Dream Protocol: Confessions of a Corporate Whistleblower

I didn’t sign up to trip into the collective mind of humanity. I signed up to code. To optimize. To build neural architectures for NovaGen—a tech titan so large its glass towers cast shadows over entire cities. We were the best, the brightest, the chosen few. They called us Dream Engineers, a poetic name for people who spent eighteen-hour days writing algorithms that predicted human behavior before people even knew what they wanted.NovaGen’s motto: “Innovation through Insight.” They weren’t kidding.But somewhere along the way, insight turned invasive.Let me take you back to where it started—before the mind-melds, before the hallucinations that weren’t really hallucinations, and long before I realized I was working inside a machine that wasn’t just reading minds—it was feeding off them.The Rollout The “Lucent Initiative” was pitched to us as a cognitive enhancement trial—nothing mandatory, of course. Just a “cutting-edge focus tool” to help top-tier employees hit flow state faster. The delivery? A vape pen. A sleek little thing called Percept.Percept was microdosed DMT—”entirely safe,” we were told—enhanced with NovaGen’s proprietary neuro-stabilizing tech. They said it opened up new neural pathways. Made your subconscious more accessible. Supercharged your brain’s creative faculties.They weren’t lying. Within a week, my problem-solving speed doubled. I wrote code like I was possessed by future versions of myself. Entire development teams hit milestones weeks ahead of schedule. We dreamed in clean lines of logic and awoke with fully-formed systems in our heads.At first, it was exhilarating.Until the dreams stopped being ours.The Collective It started with fragments—shared images, overlapping thoughts. I’d think of a city skyline built of bone and light, only to hear a coworker describe the same image the next day. We laughed it off. “We must be wired the same.”But it kept happening. People saw the same figures. Heard the same voices. Had the same warnings.Some dreams weren’t beautiful. They were… wrong.Apocalyptic visions. Cities drowning in data. Human minds harvested like crops. Screens embedded in eyes. Children born with thought-tracking implants. A network of souls—not a metaphor, a literal entanglement of consciousness. NovaGen wasn’t just boosting productivity—they were mapping the collective unconscious.And they were using us to do it.Discovery I was a systems architect. That gave me access. Logs. Blackbox processes. Private sandboxes. One night, driven by some mix of paranoia and gut instinct, I tunneled into a hidden partition on the Lucent servers.I wish I hadn’t.Buried under layers of misdirection were terabytes of dream data. Not just ours—everyone’s. NovaGen was cross-referencing employee dream signatures with consumer behavior, marketing data, even military-grade psych profiles. They were creating a real-time model of the human unconscious. A digital mirror of our deepest fears, desires, and traumas.It got worse.They had started inserting suggestions into the dreams.At first it was subtle: product ideas, brand loyalty, motivation spikes. Then came compliance commands. Loyalty conditioning. Emotional suppression triggers.The ultimate goal? Not productivity.Control.The Dystopia Inside Us I saw a video log—one never meant for internal release. A man, clearly a test subject from an earlier trial, screaming about “the City of Wires” and the “God-Mind in the Signal.” He clawed at his skin, saying he could feel the feedback loop—that every thought fed the machine and the machine fed it back, reshaped.He wasn’t crazy. Just ahead of the curve.I realized then: the dystopias we saw in the dreams weren’t fantasy. They were projections—possibilities seeded in the unconscious. And NovaGen was pushing us toward them. Engineering compliance by weaving it into our shared mental landscape. A world where rebellion is impossible because the very idea has been overwritten.The Leak I had to act.I extracted logs, neural maps, encoded visuals. I wrapped them in an encrypted worm and spread them through the meshnet. The data is out there now, scattered like spores. If you’re reading this, you’ve seen the tip of it. You know the dreams aren’t just dreams.They’ll come after me—I know that. I’ve already had gaps in memory, phantom visions of people I’ve never met who speak in NovaGen’s voice. The vape leaves traces. It changes you.But someone has to resist.Final Warning If you’re offered Percept, say no.If you’re already using it, stop—if you still can.And if you’re dreaming of the City of Wires… you’re already part of it.NovaGen built a mirror, not to reflect—but to rewrite. What they call innovation is assimilation. They don’t want your mind to work better.They want it to work for them.And when enough of us are dreaming the same dream, who says it isn’t real?-