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Dream of the Future while staying in Verona

Remembering a time I won a race, either in another time or dream. It was a surprisingly good feeling to win, and be congratulated. I did it following my own plan and using my own skill, being a bit carefree. It\’s unusual for me to be in the spotlight like this, or to even want to be.

A sci-fi film of planet Earth in the future, like a James Cameron epic, so many forms of transit that listing them all is a gag. There\’s one in particular, from just before the great leap to hyper-advanced technology, that involves running on a pair of wheels. The landscape is crisscrossed and buttressed with long swooping arcs of white pathways. The viewpoint flies through the colorful dynamic throngs moving in every direction. Most of the mega-diverse populace seems occupied getting from place to place, though of course they are also able to occupy their minds doing whatever they wish with complete connection to anyone anywhere in the entire innervated global society.

Well almost, I suppose. It\’s revealed that Britain has it\’s own hyper-sophisticated blocking system which isolates it at an earlier stage of development. It\’s the butt of many jokes, but it\’s also implied they have good reasons and the true status of the futuristic society has a hidden, perhaps horrifying tradeoff that isn\’t shown. I don\’t finish the film.

Working at a long bench of large TV-sized computer monitors that have become slightly less useful over time by lowering the desk and raising the chairs. I\’m one of the oldest pupils in this class and I\’ve seen the changes over time, but it\’s been long enough that I\’ve stopped complaining and simply keep working, without bothering the younger folk. Our work is interrupted with a request that we hide our neck chains as there is a photographer who specializes in 80s nostalgia style photos who wants to use the class. I\’m singled out for my chunky flats (or perhaps my genuine 80s style) and asked to pose for her, which I do for long enough that I have to readjust from leg cramps. When I get back to my desk, my neighbors have their feet on my chair and the monitor has fallen forward. There\’s a coat of condensation on them too — I seem to remember earlier being in the shower of an RV while it was in motion, but the monitor condensation is probably related to the desk itself.
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These dreams feel connected in a way I can\’t all put together, despite the fact I woke up for a while in the middle of the night as I didn\’t take melatonin. There was supposed to be a thunderstorm around the same time, but it was just a dark unfamiliar room in a high-rise.

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Bank Visit and Cold Pelo, Cards Console Error

I’m somewhere inside a single story building with different compartments or stores. It’s kind of feels 1970s with the many odd 45° walls and it’s unusually tall, flat ceiling. I enter the wide double doors of a bank, where I need to do some research or perhaps fetch something.

A couple of miscreant bank workers near the front (the room is mostly rows of desks) spot me and try to invalidate my fresh papers — before I’ve even started. I understand this is because they assume whatever I’m reporting will negatively affect one of the bank’s performance metrics. They underhandedly want to game the statistics.

I store the bankers boxes which will be mine, including a smaller one that’s an art kit, under a built-in desk in a corner wall (like the one where I lived in La Paz). I pass by again later and the corner is weirdly cold, as if it were underwater and was recently flooded with a frigid, sluggish injection of water. As I investigate, I find a jar containing a small black-and-yellow gecko-like creature, a type of amphibian called a pelo. It’s been sealed and is motionless surrounded by the front of cold water. My wife says she sealed it up because it was misbehaving, and I’ll have to explain to her that you can’t seal something like that up as it can’t breathe like that.

I’m testing my app in-person on a console. It misidentifies one of my cards as having a syntax problem — there’s text on it containing “cards Cards Cards cArds” etc, which maybe can flex with the name of the cards database? But that shouldn’t be so. I’m reading the actual error message from the console and that’s what wakes me up!

The surprising thing is, I don’t think this incident followed standard rules for text in dreams. I feel like I was actually holding and evaluating a block of text instead of it being rewritten whenever I looked away. The “buffer” was large enough that it was like reading real text. Real enough that it overloaded… something, and woke me up I suppose.