Unlike dear Spongebob here, what I learned in journalism school so far has not been “blankity, blank, blank.” In fact, J2150 has been conditioned so much into my life that I had a dream that I was conducting an audio interview with someone. Even my REM-stated brain remembered to get two clear audio interviews and scoped out lots of good nat sound (I think I was at a dress making shop or something. Perhaps it was a psychic vision of events to come). It appears that you can’t even outrun journalism in your dreams. No one is safe now.
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