It turns out that reality has everything to do with imagination and nothing to do with being a controlling asshole who confiscates phones and laptops in arguments.
I've come to differentiate between my conservative subconscious bonds with money - where I've avoided mingling with too much sleazy debt - and my more promiscuous conscious attitudes towards it - where money is my bitch and it will come to me if and when I shake my tail feather.
It started with strangers coming together over raw cauliflower, and ended with them comfortable enough to do strange moves with their bodies together.