[ WP ] You are a full time resident in the dream world and must deal with other people disappearing and reappearing as they fall asleep and wake up in the real world .

Today was supposed to be like any other day. 
 
 Of course what's routine for me is... 
 
 Most call it living dream, while everyone else is just visiting. But while we spend the most time here, we are also the only ones who have to work. I still remember my 1st year anniversary, getting praised by the veterans and envied by the 1 month old newbies. But i did not feel happy, I felt a void that was only episodically filled by familiar voices in my head. Our office was at the centre of it all, so we could get everywhere as fast as we can, millions of beds as far as the eye can see. They only get minutes to hours at a time here and it's my duty to fill that time with something that they'd want to bring home with them. 
 
 The sex scenes, the killings, the first date of a an akward geek and his high school queen crush. I've seen it all, I've set it all up for THEM. The lucky bastards who get to enjoy their strange fantasies while i slave away, only trying to get by to the next time i hear my voices. 
 
 I still remember how i woke up here 10 years ago, i arrived in a crushed car, all bloody. Like most of my kind i arrived in shock as oposed to the calmness of the VISITORS. That's how the seniors new I'd probably stay, for a week, a month, a decade- no one ever knows for how long. 
 
 Anyway today is different. Jack, our statistitian called a meeting and brought the news: The numbers do n't lie. For months now we are having fewer visitors and shorter visits. I've noticed the fancier beds dissappeared first. There have been visitors that ask me for pills that would allow them to never return, to work and have fun 24 hours a day. 
 
 The veterans are panicking. I just do n't care anymore. I'll just sit here and wait for my voices. The voices are all that matters... 

