It was just a dream, that's what they kept repeating her. But has anyone ever reached the point where the fine line that divides dreams from reality stands? Maybe we just need to embrace the idea that all that we see is not all that exists. She's been alone in her madness for too long, and now it's time to let her speak her truth. Imagine a life where you see and hear things that no one else perceives and ask yourself: "Could life as we live it be all just a dream?"