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He turned off the TV, went into the bedroom and got undressed. As he slid under the covers, he picked up the Dreamcap from its hook on the wall above the bed. From what he’d learned in his classes while studying for his Dreamer’s license, there was absolutely no difference between one of the home caps and the cap he used at work. Either was capable of impressing sensations into the brain or of taking images out of it. There were just two factors making the crucial difference. A Dreamer in a studio knew what he was doing, and was consciously forming and projecting his images outward for the audience. A Dreamer also had the broadcast power of his station behind him, amplifying his own thoughts so that they’d be strong enough to reach into the viewer’s mind and override whatever was happening