In the realm of slumber, a perfect synthesis of silk and unrest:
The Dreamweaver 5000 whirs into action at midnight.

Do you desire a boundless cornfield? Where each corn husk tells the tale of Decrepit Luigi.

Or perhaps the ever insatiable nightmarish bureaucrat, rifling through your dreams to ensure compliance? Visit page 3.14.159.

And there we have our optional sunrise—the sole governing body of twilight and exquisite dread. Ever skeptical but not quite exhaustively lucid. When awake, consult the manual.