I like trippy-horror, in general. Santa Sangre was no exception. I believe I saw the mummy scene in some random youtube clip, prior. The film's thread of constructed (un)reality is something I feel I can appreciate in a strange manner of empathy. Perhaps I see something akin in tales where memory is so far entrenched in obscure images, it forms an entirely different world around itself. One that no other may see in the same alluring manner of its host, but still feel its effects as it asserts itself.