[ WP ] You need to buy dreams to be able to dream at night .

He threw the money on the table. It was too heavy for his pockets, anyways. He looked out his penthouse, looking at the depravity below. They slaved like robots. Like fucking robots! And all of it, for him! The phone started ringing. `` Shit.'' He said, picking up His pace as we traveled downstairs, out of the skyscraper. Shuffling through the crowd, the mindless peasants looked at him with fascination. To them, he was a God, and exception, not a mortal like them. HE sure did n't feel immortal at the moment, as He bounces into a taxi, pulling out a small, glass ( well, actually diamond ) vial from his $ 12,000 suit. Hurriedly spilling its contents, a smooth, white powder, He snorts the dream compound directly through His nose. It was a privilege only few could afford, and luckily, He one one of those lucky few. Instantly, He passed out, falling into a dark, deep sleep.The driver did n't mind, he was programmed to listen to the Television anyways. He began to imagine what would happen next. By imagine, of course, He meant dream, and imaginations did n't exist, obviously. Sometimes, even He wondered what could possibly go on in the minds of the peasants. Was it white noise? Was it just recaps of the latest Television? Was it nothing? But He knew it was n't what He had. He had dreams. Dreams allowed him to formulate new ideas, create new ways to control the plebeians, to recreate events in his mind, or live them before they even happened. The others could n't do this, and would be mindless and useless if it had n't been for Television. For this reason, He considers himself a hero. Without Him, they would have nothing to follow, nothing to tell them how to dress, act, what songs to listen to, what movies to watch, what to but, and on and on. He woke up. Stepping out of the car, what He saw was exactly as He had dreamed. The large, black skyscraper jutted into the clouded sky, forming a large, illuminated pyramid at the top, stabbing the feet of God himself. Of course, the real God was on floor 160. Taking the heavily guarded private elevator, He traveled to floor 160. A large penthouse, with the most tasteful, artistic, expensive, historic, and beautiful artifacts ever created in human history, made His 3 floor 32,000 sq ft penthouse look like a dwarf. Of course, the normals will never see the artistry of the house, as it remains the most secretive home in the world. Ironic, considering it hovered over the most populated city in the world. It took Him a while, but he found HIM sitting on a leather chair, more of a throne, looking outside. `` What's the problem,'' He spit out. `` One of us has defected. A large group of deep web users, calling themselves'The Army', have received funding from one of us to buy the Substance. They have awoken.''....'' Fuck.'' He said turning on His cellphone, and typing on Twitter: `` HEY EVERYONE GO WATCH BREAKING BAD RIGHT NOW... OMG BEST SHOW EVER # Crystalmeth''. `` That should keep them occupied for a few days.'' Of course, They could control the deep web, and had already sent out militants to kill `` The Army''. But it was up to them to keep the tranquility in society. From war to music, Kim Jong Un to Kim Kardashian, it was all a front to keep society distracted. They ruled the world, and there was nothing that could stop them. Except dreams, of course... 
 
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 Wake up. They control us at every moment. Do n't let other people think for You. Do n't let other people dream for You. Do n't let other people try to take advantage of You. Most of all, do n't let people prevent You from dreaming. Dreaming is what allows us to think about things without HIM knowing your motives. Dreams are a place where we can formulate the greatest ideas in history. All in all, society is bullshit. There is no order. Who said some people live in luxury while the others slave away? There is no such thing as order. So, make Your own destiny. Shape Your own future. Whether as a controller or a fighter, You are the one entity in Your life capable of understanding your emotions. But never, ever become a follower. Be a dreamer.
