[11:17] I was in the waiting room of the car repair shop and I heard tapping on the window. Repetetive tapping that was pretty steady about it. I turned around to see it was actually gunfire coming from over the horizon someplace. Somehow I knew it was related to the military downsizing its entire fighting force and replacing it with Tesla AI-powered robots. Back at home-- a rather extensive flat that in retrospect looked a lot like a place I'd built in The Sims 4-- Riza was reading the news in bed and read me an article about the gunfire from earlier, where another eyewitness said he had been followed to the bulletproof glass by an AI robot and it appealed to him to open the door in his wife's voice. I immediately panicked and ran into the other room to shut all the blinds and turn off all the lights so the roving genAI bot that recently got installed couldn't mimic me. It didn't work of course, because of the skylights that hadn't been there until just now. Also I realised, what good does darkness do against something that can see in the dark? I tried keeping my face covered, but something the robot did caused me to drop my mask. The military bots started attacking the city with missiles as we watched in horror from our new vantage point in the grocery store carpark, the AI-fired missiles destroy our apartment building with the loss of everyone inside, including our dog, Winston (we do not have a dog in realspace). As we were trying to salvage things, I could feel myself going insane until I mumbled "Wrong. Somef things wrong." After that i was no longer able to communicate verbally. I heard air raid sirens going off and I woke up to the sound of the fire truck with the stroppy siren going through the crossroads and a distinct feeling of relief that what I had just experienced was not real.
Incidentally, it's not that I haven't had any dreams over the past [checks notes] six months, it's just I keep forgetting to write them down.
[09:03] People were moving into the empty flat downstairs and I went out onto the porch to see who it was. I heard them talk about me being trans and I didnt know which way they were going to jump on that, so I hid in my room, which was the same room from that dream i had in October, only no boyfriend this time and it wasn't across from a motel carpark. This time, Queen music was playing on repeat. I was concerned about people looking in and seeing me through the gaps in my curtains, and there was a group of kids outside who I was sure were going to do that, so I hid between the bed and the wall. They all looked in and saw me there, but something I did scared them off. My room turned into a restaurant where I was working, but it felt less like a real job than a game of pretend that I was playing on the Enterprise holodeck. So, it wasn't really work and I was having fun playing pretend. I wanted to close the curtains, but there was something like 500 windows and I decided I would never get them all closed in time (in time for what, I don't recall), so I changed my clothes and started the show. Eventually, the restaurant became a store where I was being stalked by a customer who wanted to rape and kill me, but when he got too close, I paused the game and told the computer to deactivate Jackbox variables so I could go back to playing restaurant. Then, I was resetting lights and flooring textures as though it was The Sims 3. Something about an office where I had interviewed 6 months earlier and I was walking through it, changing textures and objects, still like The Sims 3, but also the holodeck at the same time.
[10:31] Riza and I went to the store together. It was the store I typically dream about (not one that exists in realspace). I felt really happy and fulfilled, like I had accomplished a life goal. The dream ended as we were getting back into my car to leave; the car made a noise that I had to turn on the CD player to stop, which turned out to be my 8am waking-up alarm in realspace. I turned it off and rolled back over to sleep some more, still feeling happy and fulfilled, though a bit disappointed that it wasn't real.