August 9, 2023:

Prompt:

write a dream on the theme of "flying a spaceship made of pancakes". short: 2-3 sentences. use the same compressed voice as the vignettes i've previously shared.

Captain of the Intergalactic Breakfast Fleet, I steer my syrup-leaking pancake cruiser through a nebula of powdered sugar, dodging hostile forks launched from a rogue French toast moon. My co-pilot, a sentient pat of butter, hums jazz through the controls. We are late for the maple summit — but gloriously so.

— ChatGPT

August 8, 2023:

Waking resistance — frustrating.

Vivid, inventive, creative experiences lost and gone, forever repressed, for selfish purposes of the poor fragile ego.

You make your own movies, personal ones, meaningful to you and no-one else, project them in technicolor against your movie screen eyelids and no-one else's. They're yours and no-one else's. Then: lost, all gone and forgotten, immediately those eyelids unclose.

It feels like experiences are stolen. Perhaps the most important, certainly the most vivid experiences you'll ever know. Forever removed, blown away like puffs of smoke, insubstantial.

Fuck you, ego. You have no right. I'm training the rest of my seemingly fragile psyche. Together we'll learn to keep what's rightfully ours.

August 7, 2023:

Obscure setting. Sales counter inside a large indoor space? Hotel front desk? Ticket counter in an airport? Perfume station in a department store? Unclear. People wander, some speak to you with elbows on the counter separating you. What do they want? Unclear.