Last night I had patchy dreams, broken up by waking up a few times, including on one occasion because of one of the dreams. I’m not sure which dream unsettled me more – the work dream, or the apocalyptic dream. In theory a dream about a future overrun by humanity-hating AIs that can reanimate robots programmed to kill should be the more harrowing of the two – but the work dream had me struggling to understand some of the bread and butter stuff that I do, leading me to panic and stress out. Given that one dream has an obviously real setting, that means one dream has a greater chance of actually becoming reality.
Unless both dreams were the cluttered attempts of my brain to make sense of something else, in which case I’m more confused than ever.
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