Conditional Reality

We took jobs in the dream factory. They had nice little rooms with comfortable beds for us. They gave us pills that had us sleeping and dreaming for fifteen hours straight. Their dream harvesters took the images from our brains and their designers and editors examined them for quality and originality. They posted the better ones on their website where people downloaded them for a fee. When we woke up they gave us royalty checks based on the popularity of our dreams. Most of us just went back to sleep. It was tough work, but someone had to do it.