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AI dream #16: a new truth and a bad sun stroke

I was back in my hometown, wearing high heels and a towel. We pass through an electronics exhibition and I play with a giant TV screen with a really bad resolution. It’s supposed to be used in meetings. You need a big room for that.

To go to the second floor of a building, I need to pass through a narrow entrance between two thick pieces of glass. It’s so hard and I almost lose my towel. I look around me while struggling, and I see the people from my teenage years. I become alert.

Once I manage to enter, I see a long table on the right and a group of people sitting in a large circle on the left. I try to reach the toilet by walking across the circle of people. I fall. I enter the toilet, I realise the towel is completely dirty and my skin is ruined from a bad sun stroke.

Layers of skin are falling down and I realise I am in my teenage years. I don’t want to leave the toilet. I wonder what to do and I am mad at myself. There’s a new truth in me: I am there to see that I needed strong adult women to contain me and my behaviour.

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.