aren’t we all on this dream’s edge? this massive american dream that sits atop the nation’s chest every morning, waking us into a mad reality projected onto our screens, our minds. the pervasiveness of this manufactured dream is so powerful, so potent that figures of celebrity and fame trickle down so that it gives each one of us just enough to keep wanting and watching. we’re on the edge, next to the living, breathing propaganda stars, of finance, of fashion, of fame; key players of a media-driven fantasy that we uphold above us, maintain, and worship. the real fantasy is the lie that we’ll ever join their ranks. and even worse, we tend to forget to place importance on our own dreams at night… it is rare that people realize the power of lucid dreaming, to say nothing of lucid living