I’ll speculate with confidence that there is no other being on this planet who dreams like me and has dreams like mine. I am anomalous.

Perhaps I am getting a sneak preview of an ultra-secret biotechnology human-clone experiment, the dream being a remote-view of some twisted sci-fi reality enacted by some sociopathic technology entrepreneur. It is not 100% beyond the realms of possibility that such a research programme exists thought it probably must be top secret. Growing human flesh in a lab overtly would cause reaction and mass demonstration. You can buy lab grown meat already. Some bugger probably thinks it a good idea to make synthetic “humans”.

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The wife and I have discussed if it is possible to make dreams like mine up and came to the conclusion that it is not. This morning’s dream is ~800 words. Which I could easily have extended, as the description was shortened a bit.

Of course having a laser based science background part of the dream content is not entirely beyond the pale. I did indeed do TOF-REMPI measurements. Why the hell I am dreaming stuff like that is a question which does not have a ready answer. In the spirit of the dream I could easily tell if a suit-CEO was bullshitting.

In the science fiction genre there is much use made of the notion of android consciousness and the inability to tell a good machine from a human. We have Blade Runner etc. “Human” beings are getting cosmetically similar if you watch shite like “Love Island”, we already have prosthetic faces and breasts. Trout pout rules the world and Brazilian butt lifts do away with the need for park bench cushions. I too will become increasingly “bionic” later this year.

Maybe the entrepreneur should try to re-fashion a genuine human being, to do a remake, to start from scratch.

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The boundary between a ‘phone-neuro-umbilical and a real android is already blurred in outlook and sensibility. All we need to do is to put a SIM card in what remains of our brains and Bingo! Science fiction becomes true and we have silicon-zombie-clones patrolling the streets eating avocado on toast and seeking 5G hotspots..

If I am unique in my dreaming it follows almost by definition that I am neurodiverse. There are not many others like me. I am not normal or average.

Maybe, without knowing it, I have been knocked up in a lab somewhere and let loose on the world…

Far out man…