T-Rex: Antonio Tony and Amelia, my erotic fiction characters, go to sleep after having some erotic fiction! While they sleep, Antonio dreams he's chatting Amelia up! Sheesh! Give her a rest, Antonio!
T-Rex: But then they wake up and discover THEY BOTH DREAMED THE SAME CHATS UP!
T-Rex: THIS WAS HOW IT BEGAN. Soon the whole world discovers that dreams have become consistent across everyone - as near as we can tell, even our DOGS are entering the same shared dreamspace! Communication becomes free, as long as both of you are sleeping, and the world changes, literally overnight.
Utahraptor: And since communication is free, spammers are soon running around yelling about their boner pills!
T-Rex: What?! No!
Utahraptor: Sleep becomes a hellish 8 hours, per night, of inescapable advertisement.
T-Rex: But since it's dreams, we can kill all the spammers we want without consequence! Then they wake up saying "Man I suck bad" or whatever it is spammers say when they look in the mirror at 3 in the morning.
Off panel: Then the spammers weaponize too, and suddenly it's an all-out worldwide war for our dreams, where the only limit is... OUR IMAGINATION.
T-Rex: Yes!! YES, let's make this happen!
T-Rex: PLEASE SANTA MAKE MY EROTIC FICTION REAL
