The city-dweller is one part-human and one part-zombie. She goes through mind-numbing daily routines while drugged with a capitalist opiate. The city-dweller when awake and alive, dreams of sleep and peace, of vast green meadows and glistening oceans. The city-dweller when asleep and at relative peace, dreams of life and escape, of vast green meadows and glistening oceans. The city-dweller is thus caught in an endless dream. She can no longer tell if she is awake, if the people around her are dreams, if the city is a dream, or if the world itself is a dream. Soon it becomes clear that the city-dweller is not in a dream at all but trapped in a looped nightmare, where the dead and the living cannot be told apart, and where the conscious and unconscious are indistinguishable.