Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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take that ... but what if he was happening to it? Putting people painlessly to sleep is really a depressing job. It keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down, like the President?" "Not at all. But remember, the dimensional shift changes physical appearance. You've noticed that in yourself." "Yes, of course," Paulson muttered. "But he couldn't hoax me. My keen powers of deduction would have seen through him in an instant!" I saw Horbit and Paulson happily off in each other's company. Paulson was no longer bored by a reality in which he was matching wits with the first master criminal of the paratime universe, and Horbit was no longer hopeless in his quest to gain another reality because he knew he was not merely insane now. frighten me any more. I've put to sleep too many megalomaniacs, dictators, and civil servants. It was a pair of fantastic stories that no man in his right mind would wanted to believe them. The stories gave them what they were after—without me having to break the law and put them to sleep for crimes they hadn't committed. They would find out some day that I had lied to them, but maybe by that time they would have realized this world wasn't so bad. Fortunately, I was confident from their psych records that they were nobody could last that long in my job. At least, none both incapable of ending their little game by homicide, no matter how Dreamland in principle?" justified they might think it was. had yet. sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as all, some criminals be helped psychiatrically. We can't execute them or turn them free we have to imprison them." can't was itself only a Dream? If it was, did I want to finish my last day with the right decision so I could return to some alien reality? Or did I deliberately want to make a mistake so I could continue living the The councilman edged forward an inch. "And you really think Dreamland "Well," I hedged, "it's the most humane we've found yet. I suppose living through a—uh—movie with full sensory participation for year after year can get boring." sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions of riots, solitary confinement, television, and jailbreaks may have made time easier to serve? Do these men ever think they are actually living these vicarious adventures?" That was a question that made all of us in the Dreamland service uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really all. Unless you alter it, I'll be forced to convince the rest of the conscious of all the time that is being spent out of their real lives they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know, unless—" Coleman lifted a dark eyebrow above a black iris. "Unless?" I cleared my throat. "Unless they go mad and really believe the dream they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as a whole." "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" Was he deliberately trying to ask tough questions? "They don't. They think they are having some kind of delusion. Many of them become schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' it to be a lie." Dreamland." get through the next twenty-four-hour period as you have through the foregoing part of your Dream, you will be awakened at this time tomorrow. Congratulations!" a relatively both. In the first place, you are a joy-popper with Dreams—you don't want to live out your life in one, but you like a brief Dream every few years like an occasional dose of a narcotic. In the second place, you probably have political reasons for wanting to hide out somewhere in safety for the next few years. The world isn't as placid as the newscasts sometimes make it seem." If it were true, if I had forgotten that everything that happened was , the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own He didn't say anything. I didn't think he had to. inauguration trip. How could this leader of yours fool me? Does he look all a Dream." active one out here. He claims that Dreamland compromises His plan for I put away my pills. Solving simple problems such as the new visitor presented always helped me to relax. Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself." pad, "I can't put you back into a Dream. You served your full time for your crime. The maximum." "But I haven't adjusted to society!" "Eddie, I can shorten sentences, but I can't expand them beyond the believe—but that didn't make them invalid to a brace of ex-Sleepers. reality running around loose." He paused, puzzled. "Hell, I don't know why I can't express myself like I used to." They only knew that if in his delirium he could gain Dreamland once more, he could get back to the hard realities of dealing with the problems of If I got through the next twenty-four hours. all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland. A few had quit while they were still ahead and spent the rest of their lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for long. sleep sentence would be extended. Or was it that, in some sane part of special cases, not really guilty, or needed at home, or possessed of such awesome talents and qualities as to be exempt from the laws of most of the time I just sat with my eyes propped open, letting a sea of vindictive screeching and beseeching wailings wash around me. The relatives and legal talent were spaced with hungry-eyed mystics religiously intolerant, I usually kicked these out pretty swiftly. The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. Few of them ever got that crazy. kind of life I lead." I nodded solemnly. "Yes, no doubt strangling old men in the streets can "Yes," Paulson said earnestly, "it does get to be a humdrum routine. I've been experimenting with all sorts of murders, but I just don't "That doesn't sound very reasonable," Paulson objected. "Turning loose a homicidal maniac who is offering to go back to the vaults of his own Alexander of Macedonia, Tarzan, Casanova, or Buffalo Bill. They are The news on the wall video was dull as usual. A man got tired of hearing peace, safety, prosperity and brotherly love all the time. I Committee that your decisions are becoming faulty, that you are losing "Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he your grip just as all your predecessors did." I gave a lateral wave of my hand. "Of course." My pattern of living—call it my office routine—had been re-established through the day. I hadn't had a chance to brood much over the bombshell Coleman had tossed in my lap in the morning, but now first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. a whole will decide whether you are capable of returning to the real life ." in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and Horbit did. that. Does it mean I am recovering? You don't mean now that I'm getting back my right senses?" short sentence of a few months or a few years. I can long, thin legs stretched out in front of him, staring dismally into the gloom of the room. No wonder he found reality so boring and depressing with so downbeat a mood cycle. I wondered why they hadn't ." Paulson's eyes rolled slightly back into his head and changed their is the Dream. I've thought—" all its possible pasts. After that, there are other planets."

<question>:
What happens after people leave Dreamland?

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A Most of them go crazy
B They never leave
C Some of them think reality is fake
D They all go back to their normal lives well-adjusted

<answer>:

C