Charlie thinks the Mexicans would make good allies. They are all wage-slaves, really, he says. He wants me to stop talking about my dreams all the time. "I don’t know what to say about your dreams," he said once. "I like thinking about my dreams," I said. "Do you know what they mean?" he said. "No," I said. "That’s my point," he said: "neither do I." I still tell him about my dreams. The objective is to get everyone together. For we are all poor and scattered, and they torment us with plasma and machines to keep us this way. This is the war. It is the war between sleep and wakefulness. We are out to wake people up. For the people say, "I don’t want anything to do with them; they are alien to me." And the people only want to avoid us. This is because there is a heavy sleep put over everyone who is a harmony within the System, and the people don’t know about this war, this revolution. There is a war. This is the war between sleep and wakefulness.