My inward journey started when I was a little girl. I had many brilliantly coloured dreams all my life, most of them I wrote down. My dream-diary was left in Canada, one of the few objects I miss a lot. In my dream I was standing in the underground station waiting for the subway. As it approached, the earsplitting noise was like a male choir unsettlingly resonating in my body. My stomack was trembling as if I had goosebumps inside. As I stayed there overwhelmed by the crushing and elevating experience, all at once I heard this word:"BENARES" very loudly in a basso profundo voice and I saw a mass of people bathing in a river as if the delve of the railway line had been filled up with water. I woke up feeling shocked but this shock was like a beatific sobbing. I was very young, I didn't even know that Benares is a city in India. I wrote down the name 'Benares' so I would remember it later since I didn't know what it meant. I can still hear the voice of the choir shaking me to the bones. I had a similarly poignant dream when I was a teen about taking a boat-trip to North America. As I said goodbye to my parents, I could see them sinking slowly under the boat. I arrived late at night to cross the breathtaking sight of illuminated skyscrapers greeting me like ancient gods - the tragic beauty of strangeness - exactly the same view when I first arrived to Toronto decades later. I woke up, my face was soaking wet of the streams of tears running from my eyes. Unveiling-revealing dream-journeys. Let's celebrate our pathetically heroic life!