Entering Dreambox

Entering Dreambox was like entering a dream. The outside was totally black, the inside was a slowly changing with hues of purple, blue and green giving a dreamlike feel. A beautiful lady met me and asked if I was a new customer. She found my booking, asked me to sign a few forms basically saying that I would not sue for anything but malfunctions and that I’ve read the instructions. I got registered in the system and shown into a small room with something like a sunbed. A loudspeaker asked me to remove phones and electronics in a small box and lay back on the bed. Next step was to enter some instructions on a touchpad on the wall describing me with gender, and sexual preference, and intensity of a dream.