Years ago I had this dream. It came to me unexpectedly. This dream of a factory. Built without anyone noticing. Now standing there. In the dark. A factory where the light never went out. Only the shimmers of the light inside coming out to light the foggy dark. No one worked there. No one ever had seen what was inside. But the light still was on. Day and night. The only thing you could somehow get a glimpse of was the things it produced. They said it made: Dreams, ideas. Day and night. Like clockwork. Left the factory to spread. Out into the world out there. Into minds. A piece of gigantic machinery, a system. Bult without anyone noticing. Now standing there. In the dark. Unbreakable, unstoppable. Years ago I had this dream. Of a real dream factory.