DREAMING ON

It seems that someone accidentally turned on the memory projector, and now frames from other people's dreams are running across the wall. Soft light, the film rustles slightly, someone dances with an invisible friend, and someone else films it on an old 8mm camera - only to watch it again later and still not understand where the dream ended and life began. Everything happens as if in a half-sleep: blurred faces, slightly delayed movements, laughter through the rustle of sound. And suddenly it becomes clear - this whole kaleidoscope of shots, scenes and reflections was for the sake of one frame. Where someone familiar flashes by. Or maybe it's just your own reflection in the lens glass.