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AI Dream #32 - Pre-death parties, scary fathers and decomposing corpses

We open Luco’s mailbox, whose name was Lucostino, there were only three blank postcards. So sad. Two were from Milli, and one said that my mother was the President. I show them to Marzia.

I am at my grandma’s when Robertina, one of the neighbours, invites me to a pre-death party in honour of her dying father Leo. I accept and once I am there I see zia Sunta in bed with Leo.
Happy and surprised to see her, I stroke her gently to wake her up.
She is confused, I tell her not to worry and then leave. In a garage there are three big but not powerful motorbikes, they were custom built by Bibo, Robertina’s brother. I wonder how they can stay put.
One of the bikes is inspired by a videogame and has a small roof, it’s wonderful and I want it so bad, so that when it rains, Milli won’t get wet.
I leave the party and Robertina dies.

There is a little girl, she is a red dot and she is on a leaf. Her father is dressed like a gigantic insect and he is playing to scare her. He has many insect costumes, cute at first and then monstrous, the little girl jumps from the leaf and the dad dies. I wonder where he kept the clothes, so many, so big.

There is a garage with the word Valentin written everywhere and some access denied signals.
I enter anyway and I see a boy affected by the Down syndrome dressed like an egg, many eggs. I am with a partner, we got knives, I peel the egg costume and I understand that the boy had spent much time there.
He tells us vampires are coming.
Actually, two thieves come and we stab them to death. What are we going to do with the bodies? The boy tells us to keep the bodies with his family, and points up to the second floor.
We go up, there is a stinky bedroom, from the glass wall I can see corpses, his decomposing family.
We throw in the two new corpses and shut the door back.

We take a sit in another room, the house is so beautiful, we say to each other that we could live there for a little while.

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Pre-death parties, scary fathers and decomposing corpses.

AI dream #23: the peeing panther at the dentists’

Richard, Peter and Danilo are work at a new project about GUI, using a new software. Somehow, the project is also about finding old watches. I listen to their presentation, trying to grasp how it works and see if I could help. The headquarter was in a filthy flat in Soho, the floor was uneven and everything was dusty. It was Francesco’s flat.

I am housesitting somewhere I have never been before. The owners are some family friends, both dentists. I am there with Ljudi. We weren’t told there was a panther in the apartment. It’s time to go to sleep and we discuss what to do with the animal. If we close the bedroom door, it may feel trapped and act crazy. If we leave it open, it may get close to us while we are sleeping. We decide to leave the door open and sleep in the corridor, standing. The point is that the panther will think we are awake.

I fall asleep while standing and the panther wakes me up with gentle but damn scary bites. I try my best to understand what she wanted. Was it the light? Did she want a different room? Did she want a blanket? The more I tried the more she was getting nervous. Finally, I understand she probably needed to pee. I find a balcony, we are now at my grandma’s. The panther pees, standing on the very edge of the balcony. I remember when my grandma and my aunt used to tell me to stay away from the edge of the balcony.

AI dream #21: the sockets are on fire, drop the coffin

At my grandma’s house, the sockets were on fire. I try to extinguish the fire with a bottle of water.

I tell Nicla to call the firefighters, but nobody is listening so I call them. Someone answers my call and tells me the fire is not dangerous and I shouldn’t get worried. I scoff and ask their name. It’s my cousin Jacopo. I ask him if he realises how dangerous the situation is with two old ladies and they’d better hurry.

I tell Zia Sunta not to worry and I show her I am in charge of the situation, because I am extinguishing the fire with my bottle of water.

We are then at my parents house, in what used to be my childhood bedroom. My mom’s sisters help me move a small, white coffin from my bedroom. The handles are made of gold. It’s hard to manoeuvre and I am directing them. Both of them, one after the other, drop the handles. I tell them off and I grab all the handles myself. It’s surprisingly light.

I go back to my grandma’s home and I see a guy from my childhood years, building a burial niche for Zia Sunta. He is doing a messy job and I try to fix it. I ask Nicla if she had thought of covering the raw cement and bricks with some marble. She says now it’s time to fix the mess, then later we’ll think about aesthetics.

AI dream #18: the past and the prophecy

Someone is showing me their home.There are at least 5 bedrooms, all with single beds. One of the bathrooms is so big that you feel alone in it. Zia Sunta was there, she was younger, she looked like she used to look in the ‘80. I am so glad to see her alive, we chat and I don’t tell her that she was going to pass away. She shows me a pendant on her necklace, with a date engraved: November 1st, the day she passed. Had she known all along?

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.