Skin of Dreams

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dead of night, when the streets of New York were quiet as a mouse’s whisper, a delivery driver pulled up to Skin of Dreams clinic. The neon sign flickered eerily in the darkness, casting strange shadows on the empty pavement. The delivery driver knocked softly, and an old man with a sleepy smile answered the door. ‘Another dream come true?’ he asked, taking the package with a twinkle in his eye. The driver nodded, and as they both turned to leave, the old man whispered, ‘Remember, dreams are for everyone.’

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Skin of Dreams and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Dreamcatching.’ Curious, he peered inside and found the receptionist dozing off with a strange smile, muttering something about catching sweet dreams. Inside, he stumbled upon a group of patients peacefully sleeping in armchairs, their faces lit by soft, dreamy glows. A sign above read: 'Dream Therapy Session.' The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some new-age relaxation center. Then he heard a voice from behind: 'Welcome to Skin of Dreams, pal—we’re open twenty-four/seven!'

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Skin of Dreams and muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they’re open—my coffee’s running low.’ The doors opened with a soft hiss, revealing an eccentric old man in a lab coat who asked, 'Coffee or something more... interesting?' The driver grinned sheepishly and replied, 'Just coffee, thanks.' As he left, muttering about strange places opening so early, a neighbor passing by whispered, 'That place never closes, you know.'

4. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Skin of Dreams with a truckload of medical supplies. As he approached the door, he heard soft whispers coming from inside—voices that seemed to be speaking in perfect harmony but without any discernible words. Curious, he opened the door slightly—and found himself staring into a room filled with people gently swaying and humming. A nurse turned around and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Just our weekly meditation session for stress relief.’ The delivery driver blinked twice before laughing sheepishly and whispering, ‘Guess I’ll just leave these here then…’