By the time you wake up, they might be gone―

For me, “mother” means my grandmother, who raised me with undying affection. She is gradually dying. I thought that I would definitely regret it if I didn't listen to my grandmother’s story, so I started going to her house and collected her voices little by little since summer two years ago. She told me the story of her first romance. 

She get worse at the beginning of last year. Seeing that she talks as if her memory is muddy, "She is now dreaming of memory," said my father.

At that time, the house that I lived with her was about to be lost. I mixed the voice of her memories and the breath of the house in a soundtrack. And then, I shot the sequence of the dream with 8mm film. I have heard that “the dream you see in the morning is a message from the pure land (a kind of heaven in Buddhism)”, but what kind of world is pure world? What kind of dream does my grandmother have? This film is dedicated to my "mother" grandmother.