On a winter day, I woke up in the middle of the night with a name stuck inside my head. Ilous Kramisse just seemed to come out of nowhere to question me about his identity for several years. Like a self fulfilling prophecy, the circle was closed when it had me realize that what I was looking for was actually myself. I decided to portray my dreams, my nightmares and my hypnagogic states I experienced in years of sleep paralysis.