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AI dream #31 - A dystopian society where social media is people’s memories, ID and money.

It was some kind of anniversary for my parents. My brother in law suggests me to go get them some flowers. I go. I am in an elevator at the 50th floor. The floor numbers start changing crazily. I am aware of my surroundings, my senses are finely tuned on the world around me. Something is about to happen. The police escorts me out of the elevator and deletes all my social media accounts, which in that world also counted as proof of identity and money. It’s just a matter of minutes before I start forgetting who I am. Desperately I repeat all that is left in my memory, trying to make the memories stick.

I am now an outcast and while my case is discussed by the authorities, I have to do odd jobs to survive. One job is to help someone at the airport dispose of some luggages. I wasn’t supposed to ask any questions. I am told one luggage has a dead tiger inside and near another one I see a white rabbit. I go with my dodgy supervisor to a clinic, unaware of the reason behind our small trip. A doctor recognises my supervisor and to buy him some time to come up with a fake name and a story, I ask the doctor what is that thing in front of me that looks a lot like little rabbits coming out of mushrooms.

AI dreamsLuna Cardillifamily, social media, dystopia, police, threat, animals, memory
AI dream #30: fight for your pizza rights. Strangers in my mouth.

I ask a pizza guy to swap the salami for anchovies. He says he cannot do it, because he has just started the job. I tell him that it’s in his rights to swap ingredients and he finally agrees with one condition: I have to open the anchovies can. The can is the tiniest I have ever seen, I make a mess with the oil, it goes everywhere on the counter.

Two people get closer, they ask me if I am a friend of someone called Ida. I say no. They insist, they say I must know Ida because I was near the pizza. There’s no logic. They touch my face and they put their hands in my mouth. I try to fight them with a plastic fork. I lose my memory. I find myself sitting at a table, my friend Vale is sitting a few seats away from me. She is blond. Is she sitting there waiting for me to get her the pizza? I tell her that I have lost my memory and it must be something related to some people who were asking me about someone called Ida.

AI dreamsLuna Cardillifood, vale, threat, memory
AI dream #10: the forgotten audio tape in Collemarino

Two pale and bold midgets wearing a red lipstick give me a small audio tape, one of those in use in the ‘90s to record voice mails. They tuck the cassette below a windscreen wiper in a white car parked in the main square of Collemarino.

It’s important that I take it, but I forget about it. As soon as I remember it, I go around the streets of Collemarino looking for it. Eventually, I find it.

Apologies for the use of "midgets", which I have learned in some cases could be perceived as offensive.

AI dreamsLuna Cardillicollemarino, memory