This is a really hot, nasty little acid trip of a movie.  The story revolves around yuppie stud Chaz's trip to the palatial mansion of the talented but psychotic artist known only as The Maestro.  Each scene is one of The Maestro's paintings come to life as he remembers the erotic incidents surrounding each work.  And would could forget?

Every scene here is a real winner, particularly the opening three-way between Cleo Patra, Warren Scott and Westin Chase. Don't get scared off by the terrifying footage of The Maestro running around his home; those scenes are as brief as they are annoying, and well worth suffering through.  The real artwork of Dreamscape is the sex, and these painting are still wet.