What triggers a dream?
What biochemical agent inside my brain decides that a specific moment, word, image, smell or sound will become the key to a portal of subconsciousness?
It’s an espionage act. You have your thoughts: the crazy ones, the inappropriate ones, the secret bearers, the fantasies; they’re often or they come and go, you make fun of them or you’re ashamed of them, but they’re yours, you keep them, “safely stored” from the idiotic judgement of mankind- until…
they’re kidnapped away during your sleep, by that uncontrollable part of your mind – the one you hate a bit, the imprisoned puppeteer, with grandiose potential and effective use of invasive, impertinent, and irritant techniques of hacking.