Peculiar stories about the thin membrane separating the mundane from the fantastic. Or failing to separate them. It's a theme I'm always drawn to, though many of these stories are too brief to really build their dreamworlds in depth. The ones that do, like the nightmarishly looping "Through the Keyhole" recall stellar Cortazar moments of narrative bleed through. Tepeneag was a self described "Oneiricist" (were there others?!), which is another reason to be intrigued. After the stories in this collection, he switched to novel-length works, which now I really must look into as the longest here are generally the best.