Once, in a world exquisitely unbothered by the actualities of waking life, dreams were cataloged much like salmon swim upstream on an insistently surreal journey. Now, behold the repository of such flickering echoes.
Entry #1178: The perpetual uprising of the bedroom furniture, seeking emancipation from the tyranny of human sleep. Shelves demand respect, according to an unknown manifesto found beneath the mattress.
Entry #Delta: Reports of a sentient toaster that lectures about the metaphysical implications of toast at 3 AM are still being reviewed for authenticity.
Ponder upon the corridors of the subconscious with every compulsory open eyelid chance encounter, or opt out entirely, digits tapping on screens smooth as dreamlit wishes.
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