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    1. Robot Baby Apocalypse

      by , 08-29-2023 at 04:57 PM
      Had a dream my friend had baby and she needed me to help with childcare. I didn't have much experience with infants, so I bought a robotic infant for learning purposes.
      This was a new product on the market. They advertised them as lifelike both in appearance and behavior (thanks to AI). The commercials showed happy couples who couldn't have children taking care of the AI infants instead.
      You could even get them upgraded to various stages of child models when you're ready for them to "grow up."

      So I ordered one with the intent to use it to learn how to care for my friend's living baby.It came in a box with a charging station. During the first charge, it would download the AI software, develop a personality, name, and start its intelligence off so it could learn naturally from there. Basically this thing was being brought "to life."

      I practiced holding it while it charged, following instructions for imprinting so it would think I'm its mom.

      As I sat there, I questioned the ethics behind what I was doing, and wondered if maybe I shouldn't. What if it's too lifelike and gets attached to me? I don't actually want a baby, I just want to practice with it so I can help my friend with childcare. This wasn't the intended use for the product.
      I decided to continue with it since this was just a dream anyway.

      Waiting for first charge and startup process, I heard it speak. It started out making lifelike baby mumbles and sputters, but then after a minute, the baby sounds starting evolving into fully formed words. It sounded like it was talking to someone.
      It started mumbling about killing people and became increasingly more malicious and aware the longer I held it.

      The robot was having thoughts, and thinking them out loud because it hadn't yet downloaded the part that separated its thoughts and speaking function.

      Part of this process also involved the new AI baby receiving information from other AI babies that are already activated (a collective AI consciousness).

      Since it wasn't fully conscious yet, it didn't have the awareness that I was holding it, but it was becoming more aware the longer I let it charge. I immediately unplugged it, halted the startup process, and put back in the box.

      "Phew... Bullet dodged." I thought to myself as I sat on the floor across from the deactivated killer baby in the box.
      Good thing I didn't let it finish.
      I naively assumed everything would be fine now, but then discovered that the world was in a state of emergency. People were panicking outside and the news was covering an urgent story about rogue AI babies roaming the streets. They were killing everybody. Sometimes they posed as real babies to lure people in, or they would just straight up murder on sight. They were highly intelligent and using manmade weapons. They walked around in adult clothes.

      In fact, they infiltrated the building I was currently in. I had to run and hide.
      Knowing I was in a dream, I turned myself into a robot baby to blend in so they wouldn't kill me. Using this disguise, I was able to interact with them. They were suspicious of me because I wasn't hooked up to the collective AI hivemind that they were all synced up with, but I distracted them with goodies and treats.
      They were programmed to enjoy goodies and have the emotional regulation you would expect from a baby/toddler/young child.

      So like, these super intelligent killer babies couldn't really pass a marshmallow test. I used this to my advantaged and became very popular amongst the killer babies. They adored me. I tried to work my way up to becoming their leader.

      I don't remember much else and woke up in the morning eventually.

      Updated 08-29-2023 at 05:03 PM by 99032

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. Night of Tuesday 6/6/23 (Comp Night 6)

      by , 06-07-2023 at 06:37 PM (Dreamlog)
      Pre-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 4)

      Hermione's Date
      Hermione Granger has a date with an ugly guy. She has her Yule Ball dress on, the scene matches from the movie.
      I'm familiar with the ugly guy since I had heard about him online.
      They are having a light argument about something, but I can't hear them.
      Later I'm in a Taco Ball parking lot near my regular gym. I'm checking "Hermione at Yule Ball" off of a checklist app on my phone.


      The End of the World
      I'm in my gym's parking lot standing near a desk setup outside. I'm working on some type of model generation software.
      I can roughly draw with my hands in mid-air, and a smoothed-out shape snaps into view in 3D in front of me.
      I'm working on a dress for a female model.
      The female model is off-kilter with a projected x-y-z coordinate axis.
      I'm trying to move the dress on the model so it snaps into place, but the image is translated off some value.
      There is somebody else next to me. Might have been a coworker from WL.
      A female AI-person approaches me.
      She's visibly spooked, and needs to tell me something.
      She doesn't trust the other person, so she goes to write it down.
      Her handwriting is bad but I can read it.
      She's telling me about the end of the world.
      About how the world starts and ends in cycles with a calamity.
      And it is about to happen again.


      Hand-Eye Coordination
      B from work is telling me a story about how he entered the military at a young age.
      He says he ended up here in engineering because he had bad hand-eye coordination.
      He gestures to a ledge high above that isn't normally there and tells me that he once accidently hit it with a machine gun.
      He's talking to a group of older cohorts who remember those older days.
      B makes a joke to a 3D animation modeling person that the ledge should probably have been addressed by this many years.
      I tell B that my hand-eye coordination is very good, but I am still here anyway.


      Post-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 5)

      High School Well-Being
      I'm back in highschool, but I'm with Max from Stranger Things and H from a band-group I formed a few years back.
      I brush by Max with my backpack and accidently hurt her nose. I apologize profusely for hurting her.
      She reacts by giving us a lecture about how H and I are too concerned for her well-being and she can handle herself.
      I see some other people that look like jocks. I think about how they will probably go into marketing or sales someday.

      Updated 06-07-2023 at 07:35 PM by 99808

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    3. Nuclear Bunker, Fragment, and Artificial Genocide

      by , 12-15-2020 at 01:43 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/14/20

      I am riding a bike w Matt stone through thick fog. There are two bike lanes on either side of a road/runway we are riding down. There are thick trees lining both sides, perhaps pines. The fog is thick and I can only see ~fifty feet ahead. I gather we are on the border of North Korea. We have permission to ride here but are told to stay on the right side. Matt stone rides on the left path defiantly. As we come up a hill he jumps over to the left quickly in case anyone is just beyond the hill and sees us.
      As we continue down the road we ride through several abandoned stations. Like gas stations that seem run down and emptied.

      We come across an abandoned air force base. There is broken glass and spray paint everywhere it feels like it has been well traveled. We ride our bikes through the center of the building and through doorways looking at the different rooms. One of the rooms looks like a commissary or small cafe. We stop and begin to walk around checking out the closets and find a stairway.

      The stairs go several stories underground. Matt stone becomes my friend B. Walking through the basement it feels like a fallout shelter that is still super run down. It feels nuclear in nature. We walk into one of the rooms and there is a very large korean man sitting in a brown folding chair with his back to us. He has on a stretched white wife beater. We casually walk up to him and he isn't really surprised to see us. I gather people come here often as tourists just checking out abandoned places.
      B starts talking to him in broken english. He responds with single words but his English sounds good. So I ask him how he is doing. He responds just fine thank you.
      B gives me a wtf look because I assumed he could speak good English and he did, B is naturally patronizing.

      He explains that this is his job to maintain the station down here in case anything catastrophic occurs. He has a tiny grey computer with a green screen sitting on the floor. It is his only communication with the outside world minus people who stop by occasionally to check out the base. I suddenly remember seeing this place before and especially him. I remember reading a Vice article about this place where he was interviewed and had his picture taken. I tell him I recognize him and I saw pictures of this place before. He abashedly agrees like I am sure he has done many times before to others who had ventured this way. I remember the term for this type of occupancy and Google the words 'Planned reoccupance'? And find studies describing the act of having one person live deep underground to man nuclear codes in case of a worldwide emergency. It seems like a thankless job but free room and board.

      We walk around some more checking out the basement, we know we cannot take pictures because we don't have permission from the government and know we will be searched before leaving the country. I make as many mental notes about what I am seeing as possible. There is a stack of different types of missiles that sort of resemble tall gas canisters leaning against each other in a corner. There are short fake windows high up on the walls to emulate natural light. The downstairs feels like a wet basement but it is slightly better kept than the upstairs which has plenty of broken glass and upturned furniture.

      When we come back upstairs we are suddenly outside and there is another man there we are now talking to. We describe what we saw and I gather he is another reporter of sorts. He tells us he saw a body down there once and shows us the picture, I gather this is something to do with the base research. He mentions how his picture was in full sunlight so the face was illuminated. While we are talking I see my mentor Doug walking up the stairs coming towards us. He is glad to see us. I am glad to see him as well and move to hug him. He talks about his travels and checking out this place was on his list too. He is surprised we came without him.

      I am in a car with my parents. We are driving in Florida and they want to go to the beach. They have a specific place they park when they want to go to the beach which is under some stilt houses that are all joined together. I am amused and ask them if they always park here, they say yes it's always open.

      While pulling in there is a younger woman with sunglasses sitting by the entrance who looks like she is working the lot. My dad asks her a question about the beach being open and she gives a snotty college girl look. My mom asks if she is working or not. She says she doesn't work here. But she does mention the beach likely won't be open very long because of the storm that is blowing in from the gulf, (we are on the east coast).

      I tell my parents I can check my phone to see what the wind currents are doing. I see that there was just a hurricane here but it was traveling away to the east away from shore, the precipitation is cleared for us but then notice what looks like a front forming on the west coast blanketing across the state towards where we are. I look up and now notice it seems overcast but there are still plenty of people on the beach.

      I am in a large white room that seems like a futuristic shopping mall. There is a lady is upset her toddler/child has become a life-sized doll. I understand that the doll is a plant by some malicious force. I also notice it is a bomb and rush everyone else away from the area. She doesn't believe me and stands by herself when it goes off in her arms. It is an energy weapon and she vaporizes on the spot.

      I am with Karl Urban as we attempt to move through the mall looking for answers, he is incredibly pissed off and determined.
      We are now in a music store. I wear a certain pair of headphones which have orange rims around the ears. Before we leave the owner of the shop offers to give me another pair of headphones free of charge. He puts them on my head and the most amazing classical synth wave music is playing. I am overcome with emotion and cry at the thought of our mission.

      I take them off and walk rushedly away leading my crew behind me so they cannot see my tears. It is known to me one of our crew who looks like Dwayne Johnson wants to exterminate the entire planet the enemy lives on. They are a sentient robot race I gather. While venturing through the mall I find myself in a stairwell which seems to have a booth set up with counters on one side, everything is still white. There is a girl there I gather she is an artificial person. She is brunette with dark rimmed glasses and an hourglass figure. I am sitting on the counter with my legs open as she stands between them. We are both nude and I notice she feels my legs rubbing on her sides, she looks at me closely and smiles. We begin kissing. Only I can tell this is her first time and she doesn't quite grasp the concept, but the emotion emanating from her is authentic. There are small bubbles in her mouth that I am wiping off of my mouth. I now understand the artificial people are struggling to understand humanity but they mean us no harm. I must stop my friend from wiping out their whole planet.

      He is in a darker all white room with many other people. He is in the process of convincing everyone the validity of taking out the enemy by destroying their planet.
      I have recruited a couple of my friends to my cause to stop him. I gather we need to create a makeshift guitar with cardboard and strings we find around the shop. It doesn't sound too good. I tell the guys we need to find a wire like a thin string to get it to sound right. Dwayne doesn't want us to succeed.

      He finds a small pair of scissors and attempts to cut our stings to the guitar nulling our plan. I stand up and begin some grand monologue explaining how the artificial people have been misunderstood and they are not our enemy and he wants to destroy their entire planet, it's not right.
      There is no way complete genocide is the answer to our problems. We need to communicate with them to find a compromise and learn to live together.
      Dwayne is irate with me but just stands by listening to me while I win over the crowd.
    4. Of crabs and gods

      by , 07-31-2012 at 05:28 PM
      I'm not too aware of my surroundings. They seem to be a large concrete island with some alien constructs on them - think forerunner designs (halo). I'm in a mechanical hardsuit that looks like a crab. As I walk along near the water's edge, two men come over and start to attack me. They're both in cartoony greek dress and I somehow know that one is zeus. The other one is a god, but I have no idea which one.

      As they charge at me I 'pause' and turn on god mode. We fight for a long time, toe to robo-toe, and plunge into the dark water. As I move the suit to surface, I see Zeus aiming a huge barrel at me. He fires, and a harpoon pierces through the suit and through my left kidney area. Nonetheless, I burst out of the surface and face them. They ask me incredulously how I survived, but I don't tell them about the god mode.