Layla’s Dream

Dreams are tricky. They are forgotten as quickly as they are remembered and vice versa. Some are mundane, some are fantastical, but all are meaningful. These nocturnal subconscious narratives we are subjected to daily reflect and inform our lives. Sometimes we awake relieved from the burden of nightmares. Other times we long to return to the greener pastures of our unconscious. Then there are some dreams so opaque that their emotional weight cannot be understood but only felt. I tend to believe these most indecipherable iterations fall into two broad categories: the wildly surreal or the surreally quotidian. L P’s Layla’s Dream falls decidedly into the former. It takes the viewer on a journey through a psychedelic landscape that is foreign but filled with widely relatable traces of meaning. No matter how peculiar the scene may appear, it has doors of understanding that anyone can find if they look hard enough.