There was a derelict machine in a Communist neighborhood, an Experience Machine that could fulfill one's dreams. The only problem was, you lost your body. It would assist in realizing any sort of fantasy. And the fantasy was perhaps, not real.
The first time I went to the machine there were no written instructions that I remember. I simply strapped into a padded white table with a bend in the middle, and had the most wonderful dream, only it was very short. It was an idea of genius.
"You won't have that idea again!" A commandant said, when I awoke from the table.
Then I simply left the building, feeling very sad. I was guilty of heroin, without taking the drug.