Dead dreams have to go somewhere to be processed before Uranus gets into Aries so why not the Dead Dreams Laboratory?
The sooner these suckers are all out of the way, the quicker we can get onto flying machines, invisibility cloaks, placebos-that-work-and-they-all-smell-like-violets, doubling the human life span, healthy revolutions, superfood genius and rad liberation in relationships.
What happens to the tired old fantasies that don’t get zapped in the Dead Dreams Laboratory?
You don’t wanna know.
Oh all right, they turn into zombie-mind-entities that sap all your energy from the future and feed it back into the past, which then haunts you, only casually and without any real commitment. Like a stalkery ex who mis-pronounces your name all the time.