July in Mittimatalik, a small and remote Inuit community on Baffin Island, north of the Arctic Circle. The sun doesn't set for almost three months. The glaciers run into the sea, the ice fields crack and float off, pushed by the wind. This is the blank page on which the stories of the dreams we collected are written – dreams of life, death, motherhood, anxiety and isolation. They are raw stories. There is no deciphering. Ties are unnoticeably woven between the dreamers and their world. A fragile balance is struck and the dialogue continues.

The four stories in this film take us from Belgium to the banks of the Senegal River, from the French Ardennes to the mountains of the Western Sahara. What they have in common is that they lead us to meet the sleepers. Men and women moving between two worlds, that of the absent and that of the living, between two states, that of waking and that of sleep. In each of these stories lies a mystery free from all belief, all philosophy, all attempts at explanation. A mystery capable of reenchanting reality.