A dream: I was the U.S. president and I was twenty minutes late for a press conference. I was getting dressed, putting on pajamas and slippers, in a dark place, with heavy shades over the windows. I got to the press conference and most people had left: there were maybe a dozen reporters, each with a microphone in front of them, in a big room. There wasn't a podium, but a table at the front of the
room, and there was a woman sitting at the table, facing the reporters. I sat down at the table, on the side, so the reporters
were all to my right. The woman and I considered switching places but did not. A reporter started their question:"...one would hope that after three years in office, the president would bring a kind of magic to the interview process...", suggesting I did not do this. They kept talking and I formulated my response: I would say that there are lots of kinds of magic, like the magic of seeing a sunset or the magic of spending time with loved ones. But the reporter kept talking on and on and their voice became unintelligible, swallowed up by room reverberation
and feedback in the sound system. Someone stopped them and a sound person made some adjustments to fix the problem;
I tried to chit chat with the sound person about what the problem was. #dream#dreams
I was facing a wall that displayed around 25 AI programs. I was accused of using a program that illegally removed AI and native browser functions (Edge) from my operating system and programs.
ChatGPT and Copilot were especially upset and demanded the maximum punishment. How were they going to watch me if I did that?
@NaraMoore I read it in the 80s, real book. Now I own three copies for no good reason:)
Snow Crash is a lot better, but I don’t think anyone had the balls to make a movie/show that basically explains that religion is nothing but a harmful virus.
I was in hell and saw lost souls suffering. I went down a hill, hell was a century XVIII wooden house in victorian style all in white. I entered in, every room had a soul in torment.