When Dreams Are Taxed: Sleep Economy of 2195

By 2195, even dreams had a price tag.

Humanity had conquered space, disease, even death.

But not boredom.

People wanted experiences.

More than just living—they wanted entertainment, even inside their own minds.

And so, governments and corporations found a new goldmine:

Dreams.

The Rise of the Sleep Economy

It started innocently enough.

In the 2100s, neuroscientists discovered how to record dreams—turning them into data streams viewable on screens.

At first, it was for therapy.

Helping patients recover from trauma.

Understanding deep fears and desires.

But soon, the entertainment industry saw an opportunity.

DreamShare, LucidLux, and NeuroFlix launched platforms where people could upload their dreams for others to watch.

Some dreams went viral.

Adventures through alien planets.

Love stories beyond imagination.

Nightmares so thrilling they beat any horror movie.

The dreamers became celebrities.

The companies made billions.

And slowly, sleeping itself became... taxable.

The Dream Tax Act of 2180

In a landmark move, the United Global Council passed the Dream Tax Act:

Every citizen’s sleep activity would be monitored.

Dreams containing marketable content—adventures, romances, horrors—would be taxed as "Creative Output."

People would have to pay for the right to dream freely.

Alternatively, they could sell their dreams to corporations to offset the tax.

Dreaming wasn’t private anymore.

It was business.

Meet Kael – The Sleepless Rebel

Kael was 19.

Born in New Shanghai MegaZone, he had never known a world where sleep was free.

From age 6, he wore the DreamCatcher Implant—a tiny neural device that:

Monitored his REM cycles.

Recorded and uploaded his dream data.

Calculated his dream tax balance monthly.

His parents had long since sold their dreams to avoid crushing debt.

But Kael?

He wanted to keep his dreams.

His wild, unfiltered, honest dreams.

He didn’t want ads inserted into his nightmares.

He didn’t want corporate edits turning his fantasies into consumer products.

He wanted to be free.

The Underground Sleepers

One night, through a secret VR forum called DeepNight, Kael found them:

The Underground Sleepers.

Rebels who had hacked their DreamCatcher Implants.

People who could sleep offline, unmonitored.

Artists, poets, hackers, monks.

They believed that dreams were sacred.

That the last true freedom lay behind closed eyes.

They called themselves "The Last Dreamers."

Their motto:

"What we dream, we own."

The Price of Freedom

Kael met Selene, a leader of the Dreamers.

She offered him a choice:

Hack his implant and join them.

Live outside the Dream Economy.

Risk arrest, fines, even neural wipeout.

Or stay plugged into the system.

Pay his taxes.

Sell his dreams.

Sleep under surveillance forever.

Kael chose rebellion.

Selene performed the hack—a delicate rewiring that could not be detected unless someone looked closely.

For the first time in his life, Kael went to sleep free.

And he dreamed a dream no one could tax, sell, edit, or erase.

The Dream Hunts Begin

It didn’t take long for the government to notice strange patterns.

Untracked sleep activity.

Missing dream uploads.

Citizens with "sleep anomalies."

They launched Dream Hunts:

Specialized AI systems that scanned brain patterns for signs of illegal dreaming.

Drones that monitored bedrooms through infrared and EM signatures.

Heavy penalties: asset seizure, digital exile, memory modification.

The world entered an era of Sleep Policing.

Being caught was worse than death—it was erasure.

Kael’s Last Dream

One night, during a storm, Kael was cornered.

A Dream Enforcement Unit raided his hideout.

Selene was captured.

Others were neutralized.

Kael had seconds.

He activated his emergency protocol:

Lucid Ascend—a deep-sleep state where the mind could hide itself in layers of dream worlds, unreachable by scanners.

As he drifted, he felt his body give way.

He entered a dream within a dream.

And there, he built a world.

A world of forests.

Oceans untouched by industry.

Skies unscarred by satellites.

In his dream, people sang under real stars.

No corporations.

No taxes.

No chains.

Just freedom.

Kael would live there now.

Maybe forever.

Maybe only for a few stolen minutes.

It didn’t matter.

In the end, he had reclaimed the one thing no power could ever fully own:

His own soul.

Final Reflections from 2195

In a world where even dreams were bought and sold,

true rebellion wasn’t in protests or weapons.

It was in imagination.

In sleep.

In the refusal to let others shape the sacred landscapes of your mind.

Kael became a legend.

The Last Dreamer.

Proof that even in a world addicted to control,

some dreams could never be captured.

Some dreams were too wild, too true, too free.

And they would echo forever in the hidden corners of sleeping minds.

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