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Dreams are indeed the ultimate variety show. One moment, you're enjoying tea by a canal, and the next, you're the centerpiece of a lively Asian market—no need for a passport or plane ticket. It's as if your brain has thrown a spontaneous cultural festival without notifying you. Just as you start to get into the swing of things with all those swingers, suddenly, you find yourself in a quiet corner of Discord, with only the sound of your keyboard for company, and a dozen or so promiscuous men underneath the covers. This is when a moan becomes a scream. In the world of dreams, it's all about VIP access, and our subconscious is the most capricious event planner around. The dream director, likely oneself, possesses a talent for maintaining interest even when one would prefer to simply sleep.
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