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AI Dream #33 - Apologies to the hummingbird

I was driving a white Lamborghini from Ancona to Collemarino.

When driving through Torrette, my friend Valentina tells me to look to my right, towards the sea.
I see a giant ship and I get scared, but I keep my focus on the road because I don’t want to crash my brand new supercar.
The perspective is the one I fear the most, in front of the the bow.

I turn my head to the left and I see my high school German teacher, turned into a hummingbird.
I wonder if she remembers me now that she is in animal form. In case she does, I whisper my apologies for having lost most of my knowledge of the German language.

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Apologies to the hummingbird.

AI dream #19: bargain tiramisu and a tacky Lamborghini

I was walking with Vale and Robi, heading towards via Scosciacavalli, where I knew they were selling tiramisu at €1 per slice.

Then I woke up and I told my dream to Ljudi. When I feel asleep again, I go back in the dream to check if they were actually selling tiramisu at €1.

I have to go through a shop, Ljudi tells me she doesn’t want to say hi to somebody who is having an affair with someone else, she doesn’t want to get involved. Leaving the shop, I notice there is a green Lamborghini parked outside. The plate is BOBJAM. I say “cute!” but Ljudi says it’s not stylish at all. It was tacky, but I liked it anyway.

AI dream #9: the falling aunt, the toy Lamborghini and the left wing dead man

I buy three tiny and powerful cars for my grandparents, with a spacious trunk. They are happy driving. My aunt could finally walk, she decides to climb a rock by the sea, with no balustrade, she is staggering and falls while I tell her to grab something to avoid falling. She falls from a huge height but she manages to stand back up and limping, she walks away. What a relief.

I am in a big school with a bar where you could drink. I go to the toilet, all the doors are broken and you could hear people chatting from one toilet to the other.

There’s a tiny toy Lamborghini…it works! I decide to use it. As soon as I hit the road, people surround my Lambo at each traffic light, it’s impossible to drive it. I decide that I’m not gonna buy it.

I end up in a house with Sergio Marcelli, who complains about ammonium traces in the toilet. He is smartly dressed, he was going at his father’s funeral. He prepares a sandwich with tuna and beans, I have some with him. I listen to him telling me the story of his father, a left wing labourer who used to work 14 hours a day.