Sit still. Breathe. Don't move too much. Stay quiet mostly. Make space. Roll over. Take calls when you least want them...
So, in many ways work is paying me to sleep. I tried to do more, I did more, I'm still doing more, but now they're asking me to go back to sleep.
What if work paid me to dream? What if the share price was a reflection of the aggregate imagination of our department and the market's contributions to the sustainability of ideas? Yearly innovation quotas and dream-out metrics, compensation for those who unlock the mind, base pay for those who try. Vacations for top dreamers expensed by Vice President Freud. Weekly meetings with managers to discuss penetrating the territories of the mind. Monthly corrective action plans to prevent instances of nightmares. Forecasting possible dimensions of reasoning yet untouched and strategic implementations to charter these dimensions. All this for a dollar, and a world that dreams.
If they can pay me to sleep why won't they pay me to dream?
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