When people hope to see their dreams come to fruition, they tend to wish for their aspirations to be made tangible. However, Rayshell’s nightly reveries seep into her real life, crossing the immutable boundary of sleeping fantasies. Leaving her with remnants of their existence that last long after they jolt her awake. From a letting of blood turned to shards of scarlet glass, to the tightness in her chest as her heart struggles to come to terms with the separation from a lover she can scarcely recall. And she is not alone in experiencing this bizarre phenomenon: her best friend, Trish, also contends with the souvenirs of her own visions.