It isn’t enough that they already fill my waking hours and account for most of my major purchases. Apparently they have entered my subconscious, as well.
I’m not a very good dreamer. I usually only get 5-6 hours of sleep on weeknights, and I have an alarm to ruin my waking mornings, so I forget my dreams right away because my brain doesn’t get enough rest and processing time to retain them. On weekends, though, I sleep in like crazy, leading to all sorts of fantastical images running through my head that linger well into mid-morning. By the time I pull my ass out of bed, sometime between 10 a.m. and noon, I jog my mind a little bit, recall the messages that my subconscious transmitted to me, and ask myself: “What the hell just happened?”
AKB48 has taken over my waking AND my sleeping.