The end of non-self positive creativity
The absolute end. With it, the end of propaganda.
I dreamt I was a grocery cashier in Truro, and Darth Vader was my manager. I kept helping kids shoplift, but I somehow offended one of them, who burst in through a window, returned a stolen bag of cookies to Vader, and ratted on me. Darth Vader was furious and we started having a lightsaber fight, and I told R2-D2 to go start up the X-Wing... I like that my sleeping mind now deals in abstracting unequal distributions of goods to lightsaber fights.
I dreamt I was a grocery cashier in Truro, and Darth Vader was my manager. I kept helping kids shoplift, but I somehow offended one of them, who burst in through a window, returned a stolen bag of cookies to Vader, and ratted on me. Darth Vader was furious and we started having a lightsaber fight, and I told R2-D2 to go start up the X-Wing... I like that my sleeping mind now deals in abstracting unequal distributions of goods to lightsaber fights.