I wrote that story while on a round-the-world hitchhiking trip. I got a bad case of culture shock after witnessing seriously fucked up childrearing. Writing binge ensued.
Ever since her mother was killed before her when she was five, Eeva has had gruesome nightmares almost every night, leaving her barely able to function during the days. With the help of her new therapist, she tries to confront them, and finds out that the darkest secrets of her childhood are hidden within the dreams. As she digs deeper and deeper into the dream world, she comes to the realisation that dream and reality are closely intertwined.