You made a trip to the doctor recently, and informed him that your nights have been plagued with a grueling case of insomnia. He gives you a list of things to help induce sleep, including melatonin use and more exercise. That doctor doesn’t know shit, because he should have prescribed you with an ample supply of Blackmill tracks. Aesthetically pleasing to each individual sense, and able to cure any form of sleep deprivation. Exit real world, and enter lucid dreams.