Del Titnu

Where are we when we dream?

Dream of flying? Of dust drifting

I have defied time. Adding dimensions.

Various shapes and places.

When you fall asleep you're still your essence.

Neurons, receptors

Everything becomes a curious.

visions of empty fields with swords dangling in mid-air. but actually "error" until sword floating in the air in an empty field of blue flowers. Without the blue flowers prompt no sword just empty field.

Tears stream from the light.

Asleep on their beds of ivory.

A sliver of a memory passes through a portal.

AIG of my collage & poem like brain farts. Meat brain over AIGC always.

Do you think in the near future we'll have to go to a physical space and prove our brains are meat (by meat I mean fat, water, protein, carbohydrates, salts, blood vessels, nerves, neurons and glial cells).

No power in the (internet)verse can stop me. I think therefore I am.

Part maze, part playground. AI is not as intrigued by the connections.