"Never miss your turn to dream again." That is what I see featured on an ad board behind the bus stop benches this fine morning as I wait for my bus to work. Waiting for the bus is the highlight of my day. For me, it is my mind’s only time for escape before the day’s work leeches my energy away from me. It is my time for daytime dreaming.

While we’re on the subject of dreams, let me point out to you that dreaming used to seem so much more heavenly, more divine, than anything else that existed in the world. Short-lived it was though, at least in my lifetime. Everyday, I am reminded of that feeling I had as a child, when I was robbed of the naturalness and randomness of the night dream. I blame my father for it. I blame his entire neural studies department for it. I blame society for allowing it. You see, it is my firm belief that any sane being from the past would be appalled at what we’ve done with dreams. We made them predictable. The time. The plot. The conflict. The climax. The ending, if there was one. Then we theorized that there were time slots in which anyone falling asleep within those worldwide time slots would have a dream that night. And others falling asleep outside the time slot cycle would not dream that night. Oh, it gets worse, I assure you. We are trying to make dreams controllable. But in doing so, less share of control is granted to the subconscious, the core of our souls and the house of truths that we do not know about ourselves.

One day, I might accelerate my way up the organization's hierarchy, at the top of which I will use my influence to rid the world of this abomination that we call "The International Dream Timetable". Oh, one day, I will order the destruction of every dreams research lab and declare the dream a protected, untouchable asset of our way of life in the law books. But for today, I have to pause my daydreaming about the dream timetable, the dream predictions, and dream control, and board the approaching bus for another exciting wait for my next daydream.