A hypnotic delirium between nightmare, beauty, electronic poetry, and animated monsters. It's said that the sleep of reasons gives birth to monsters; this, though, could be a dream, the nightmare of a psychede-lic computer after an overdose of Baudelaire... A sea of heads... A head change in an electric turning circle... Sunny faces... Explosions of vegefation... Monster masks... Everything in constant transformation, in collapse and crystallization of the new. A frenzy of electronic dream images, scraps of real images fhat appear no less unreal. "Dead we were alone. Alive we were sleeping in a bedful of strangers."