My dream was a weird one.
I called Hampton this morning and had a delightful talk with a robot who sounded exactly like a real woman. The robot woman was offended when I asked if I was conversing with a real woman or a robot. She told me she was a representative of the company, blatantly upset over me asking if she was a real woman. AI robots these days seem to have real human feelings.
I look into the future and all I see is robots answering wherever I make a call. All I see is robots doing jobs people did for centuries. The people are all laid off except for a few who use computers to monitor the robots and keep them busy at chores we humans once did.
We humans skimp and scrape to feed ourselves because none of us have jobs. We live on the streets because we can’t pay for our homes or apartments.
My dream last night:
Dreams usually don’t make good sense and this one was, I admit, a strange one.
Brother Bill
I stop now, because the rest of what I see is unbearable.
I woke up to a fire alarm. I walked through my apartment, casually, looking around. I saw all the doors in my apartment and across the hall were open and the latches were all held open by duct tape so the doors would not stay closed. I was looking for something, an idea I had and had written down a day before. I opened my oven door and found there were two cookies there. I grabbed one and started to walk away. I looked across the hallway and their doors were also taped open. I waved to the neighbor. I stepped out my door and saw a maintenance man and asked if he knew what was going on? He said; he didn’t know, someone must have pulled a fire alarm. I removed the duct tape, closed my door and walked back to my bedroom, thinking I should have taken both cookies.
