Society is gripped by the unconscious consumer and their descent into a total disregard for the worth of the individual. It almost seems as if humanity has fallen into a great sleep from which it either cannot or will not wake. However, like a dream, our psychological subconscious landscape is littered with the ever-changing faces and locations that give us an overwhelming sense that something is not quite right. Many terminally ill individuals talk of the cathartic release that accompanies their diagnosis – a striking sign that our existence is somewhat out of step. How can someone truly come alive when they finally realise that they are dying? Is that a sign enough of the times?