It’s Thursday again. I log in and here they come.

As the names appear I feel them connect with me in the most intimate way. Their minds probe mine, my regulars delving deeper than the newbies, uncovering subconscious thoughts and visions. The nausea I used to feel barely bothers me now and as the number of users rises I get the relief I need.

The clamor is enough to madden anyone. Early on I would focus on each voice; like tuning a radio station I’d flick between users and try to get something more from this. I learned things about people that shocked me but more than anything I learned how mundane most peoples’ dreams are. Now I no longer listen and the noise just washes over me.

I focus on the blinking light next to the lens. I let my mind open further; let my guests go deeper. It seems I need more users every time. It seems this will not be a problem. Word is spreading.

An hour later, and thousands sigh as I sign out. They’ve taken my dreams from me and I can sleep.

Good night everyone. Sweet dreams.