Conditional Reality

Potluck Homebrew sold cleaning supplies door to door. Some people welcomed Potluck’s visits, but most closed the door in his face. After a long day on the road Potluck liked to sit on the couch at home and watch television. Often he would nod off and dream about people ringing his doorbell, interrupting his shows, and trying to get him to buy an encyclopedia set or a year’s supply of cosmetics. Potluck always refused. He told the sales people in his dreams to go away and never come back. When he woke from these dreams Potluck always felt much better.