The sleeping mind, with an eye before and an eye behind, rests. It becomes occupied by a theatre of its invention; unaware of the alarming figure that dances before it bearing at once a chilling resemblance to a horrifying past and a nullifying complacence to a harmless present. Can we look into our dreams to discover something imbedded in our unconscious that has been threaded into dream life and reveals a personal truth unbeknownst to the dreamer herself? If a dream scene can become loaded with such a potential revelation, can we likewise charge a sequence in dance with the same captivating uncertainty?