Maybe the dream is only this:
get society to pay for the runoff of my subconscious.
Supplant all these bullshit memories, moonlit ads, crocodile tears, nights on the floor, fake raids, crescent epiphanies, toxic logic, sucrose saturated shit music, shit stories, shit poems and shit people I never wanted into brains I never want to meet.
Seems fair. I never really wanted any of this to begin with.