I put a block on my dreams. I have an app for that. I was having nightmares about being married with six kids and a mortgage. I repaired revolving doors.
One of my friends gave me an address for a Dream Ex changer. I knocked three times and whistled. A tiny old woman opened the door. Please, I begged, I need help. She let me in and for a moderate fee she gave me an old tape recorder. I was to play it at night and it would gently put me to sleep and instill new dreams from someone else.
All I can say is buyer beware. It turns out she sold me Tim Burton's discarded dreams.
Needless to say, I woke up screaming.
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