Essence of an era gone by…The shining light cast down in the audience. You take your seat and enter the romance of the lucid dream. Crisp air fills the room, aromas of white peach are in the air with a hint of yellow iris. Reach into a basket of caramel popped corn. Butter & salt take you away to another moment. You can let go. You can drift. You are alive & dead. Young & old; mortal & immortal. In one sip the duality of the dream is real.