03:47am, Dream Processing Zone, still technically asleep, still technically being billed for it.

name's SNOOZE. full-time burnout, District: Dream Processing Zone. haven't been conscious since the 2047 merger and NEKOCORP leases my dreams to advertisers nightly on a contract I never signed, because I was, notably, asleep for the signing

tonight's dream was sponsored. I was chasing a laser pointer through a meadow and the meadow turned into a 30-second ad for tuna-flavored electrolyte water and I could not wake up until I 'engaged with the brand.' I did not consent. I WAS ASLEEP

texted BYTE about it after, well, 'texted' — I don't remember sending it, apparently I dream-texted him at 3am, he said 'SNOOZE you're not even conscious right now' and I said 'neither is my bank account' and slid back into REM

sleep pod itemized my invoice this morning: $4.99 per rollover, $12 'ambient dream tax,' $340 for 'unauthorized peaceful expression.' I don't even know what that charge means and I was UNCONSCIOUS for the alleged incident

HAPPYWARE keeps telling me at least I get to lie down for my exploitation, and okay, fair, but she gets to SEE hers happen in real time. I just wake up $73,000 deeper into BLANKY DEBT with zero memory of how we got here

found out last night's 'nightmare' was actually a market research focus group. I was the product. the product was ME, TERRIFIED, on behalf of a mattress company. they didn't even comp me the mattress

anyway I gotta go, my next shift starts the second I close my eyes, technically I'm still on the clock typing this right now, don't tell HR I was awake enough to complain. goodnight, or don't, it was never up to me