Moving a barn

 I dreamt that I was in a large barn. Initially, I think I was just curious about the barn, then I was moving things around and when other's walked in, I had large plexi glass panels over the distressed and dusty walls in order to have a rustic/clean feel about the place and I was telling them that yes, this was going to be the gallery or store space. Then I was in a van connected to a flatbed connected to a semi-truck cab. We (my friend AL, her hubby, and I feel like some other goofy guy). We were hauling the barn to a new location. It was supposed to be semi in front, then van, and then flatbed, but the semi which we were in, ended up in the middle somehow and we were trying to figure out how to not fall off a cliff while reordering vehicles. It all worked out and then I was in front of a store. No barn, semi, or van.  It was I guess a different option and we were painting the windows with some blurring liquid so people couldn't see inside as we remodeled. It seemed easy, so easy. 

M barn - inspired and a little in over my head, semi - out of control, new store... perfect bite size ease

Photo Opp

 I was with a group to take some sort of workshop. We were all on a bus on the way somewhere and stopped for something. One guy pointed out a park that was a few blocks away. It looked almost like a pyramid, part cement, part groomed greenery.  In front of the pyramid-like structure, were grounds with a long pathway leading up to it and tall deep burgundy colored evergreens. They were like Cypress but fuller. They all looked like fur when they moved in the wind. I decided to jump out while we were waiting and go get a photo. I knew just where I wanted to stand. I hurried down the block and over, there were many people out and about, all very nice, everyone in an uplifting mood. As I came a few blocks closer, I realized it was a few blocks that were all connected. There was a block of steps and forms that led to a block that had a capital-shaped building and then after that a block I couldn't see and then the pyramid. I then decided to take a photo of the capital as well and was backing up the block to a spot. I started cleaning my lens (my cap had fallen off at some point) and  a slightly exasperated blond man walked by. He saw my struggle (this whole time it was slightly snowing) trying to get my already wet lens dry and decided not to be upset. I guess in looking up at the sites, I had interrupted his path a couple of times. He was also going to take a photo, but had more experience and better equipment. I was assuming not an armature like myself. We chatted a bit politely and then I moved on towards the pyramid. I admired his style, blond, white clothing mostly, very focused and seemingly on a direct path. The snow kept coming and I came to a block right before the pyramid. It was one of those mini odd shaped blocks that are created by street plans. There was a block of cement there for a bench and I continued to prepare my setup before heading to the pyramid. A man was there with a little boy. He looked more like a grandfather in age. He chatted, very pleasant and offered me some soup to keep warm from the restaurant in front of us. It had an open window for serving. I somehow got my glove in it, so I kept putting my hands in the snow to see if it would come off. He was trying to help and the woman behind the counter offered to was them. Everyone was so nice. I handed the snowy slightly souped gloves to her and she went back to wash them. While we waited, the little boy chimed up telling me of his travels, and how many times he had been to Mexico and that it had peaked the CIA's interest and so on. He was very articulate for being such a little round blond boy. It was sweet to chat with him.

M pleasant, friendly, curious, clear, serendipity, kind, fun, exciting  C

Colleagues on bus felt nice and encouraging, blond camera guy felt poised, a bit strict but kindly - more experienced, more directed and clear, city people felt nice and happy, bus felt like a hug, pyramid was beautiful (abundance), older man with moustache kind, nice - could see my potential and was giving me clues, boy - sweet possibilities, open minded, woman behind counter - kindness, serendipity/luck, blocks things seemingly in the way? like time passing. o

AI

 kind of a mental dream - discussion with someone and the bits I remembered.

artificial intelligence - a concern - ??

AI would need desire - a human trait

want freedom - from what?

fear of death/turned off - would have to have a reason to "want" to be on (unless it is a computation or directive - programmed by a human)

power/control  - motivation?  usually ego/fear based >freedom

money/greed/control >freedom - same

"beauty"/accomplished/desirability/power/control > freedom- same

eradicate competition - control - same > security

accomplished for self/"I made it."/desireability/self approval-acceptance - ease??

now if it was given a problem to solve and found that animals/people/etc. were the issue to be eradicated..., this would only be a problem if you made ai the problem solver as well as the mechanism that carries out the solution.

Either it would need all of the data entered by a human, or have a way of collecting data - both ways would have insufficient data - living organisms are much more complicated than treating them like a petri dish, which I guess is the conern, but then that should be programmed into them as well - some sor to "full understanding" programming that would take actual time to execute experiements and observe, understand "cruelty" is not an option and programming that their mechanism is missing data that will never allow them to carry out completing solving some problems due to their lack of understanding of emotion, meaningfulness and purpose.

If goal was efficiency - again, AI would have to be the problem solver and the mechanism that carries out the solution.

alien machines

 kittens

daycare - taking care of wrangling kittens and puppies, nice people there, guy with an injury?

Hospital, taking guy there, meeting the doctors - 2 women, first one nice and confident, had some gem hobby there, spilled I helped pick up

she asked if I wanted to watch surgery - no, asked to go out sometime, she left, new doc

we chatted, chatted with the family of sick guy, all was nice then killers came but were not human - alien related but also machines,

I ran with some others, got away down a back stair. they seemed to know if you were aware of them and only went after those people - although would get the others later

got down outside stairs, found some more people on my side, the machines either looked like the good guys or the machines guys believed they were good, so had to get away from them too. Got on a tiny green 1/2 person helicopter to get away, 

then ended up in an office. working with some ex-coworkers - a mix of my past. it was nice to be working. I felt like whatever I was doing I liked and/or was good at it. Someone called wanting to complain about the company/ex-boss - I vouched for him - realized the person was using a voice change tech that made him sound like a woman, called him on it nicely, and said just ask. ENded up disconnected for a second, went to reconnect, and was in a new or diff office - young big personality guy in there with a crazy suit, but crazy hair (went from big curls, to blond braids, back to curls) was saying he was new trying to make friends, he was a higher-up, crazy suit dad told him to tone it down, he was a "fancy" and could just use one token to show his nature. I was saying ... they hired you like this,  you are fine. Another guy came into.... and go to fade.

Altruiste

 I dreamt that I was in Paris. I was seeing an old friend that lived there (she lives in LA) and she was excited for friends to see her place. I had already been there, so was guiding the others there. It was in the evening and had just rained so the city was shiny and sparkly reflecting the lights and you could feel the coolness of the rain. Some were going slowly and I was at the head but looking back to make sure everyone was together. She lived in a building that housed a bank on the main floor. The rest is a bit messy regarding who went up, was she already there or running late... a small bit of anxious energy with something or someone not being ready.

Later in the dream, I worked in the same city in an office building. I went to work in the early morning when it was still dark out and again raining. I had passed a man and a boy on the edge of the river. Something didn't look right so I rolled down my window to hear and see. The man, who looked to be the boy's father was forcing the boy to do something. It looked like some sort of box with wires... a bomb?  The boy had to make the box work and the father was holding a gun to the boy's head in order for him to do so instructing him to repeat the words ..."Je suis altruiste!"   I went to park my car to see if I could sneak up on them somehow to help the boy. By the time I was near, the police were already there helping, so I left. When I arrived at my office, some coworkers were already there. They were morning sleepy jovial and it felt good to be there. One wanted to go with me to get coffee outside the office, so I was following him out, a short blond fella. I was just about to tell him what had happened earlier and I saw it on the news through a window. 

Port Town

 I dreamt  I was on a sort of cruise ship to a port town. It was down a long narrow waterway. The ship wasn't a joy ride kind of cruise. It was more necessary transportation that was enjoyable with rooms, dinners, and so on. I was invited to dine at the captain's table, and felt like it was an honor, but had to refuse as I was with a new coworker that didn't want to be alone as well as a man I wanted to see as well. I told the captain about the situation and we were all invited for the rest of the journey/stay. My days were spent working on a site. I'm not sure quite what the project was, but some of it involved some labor, clearing, and prepping of grounds. The end of the workday had passed, but there were still items to clean up and I was helping some of the local crew pick up. I went back to the ship for dinner. I hadn't time to dress up, nor the energy, so I put on some jeans, a red sweater, and some heels. My man of interest looked down from a few seats away and saw the heels. Most of the table had already completed their dinners as I was late working. I think he thought I may have dressed up for the captain who was known for his flirty nature. I was sharing niceties with my dining neighbors when I noticed my friend left. I was too tired to deal with the thoughts he might be having. I continued with my meal until most of the table had cleared. The captain asked me to his cabin for a drink. It was done in a formal polite way and I was honestly curious what his suite looked like and enjoyed talking to him, so I said yes. Back at the cabin, he offered me a drink and then turned into his rumored self. I mentioned, very politely, that I was recently out of a relationship and no longer had it in me to settle for something light. I wanted what I wanted. He appreciated the honesty and the politeness. We together discussed how the ship was his true love, what he gave himself too. I so loved that explanation. He enjoyed the company of others, but he gave his heart and soul to his ship, his life as a captain. It was a new thing for me to see this type of relationship and in a very positive way. I went to find my friend. He was alone in his cabin. We were not in love with a ship ...

Exit Interview

 I dreamt that I had recently been moved to a new office space. My one project had been completed and they had me working on some new and slightly menial tasks. A lot of repetition, I didn't mind as the location was new, the software was new to me and so I will still picking up new skills and enjoyed the change and what new tasks might be added later. A path that I couldn't see the end to was a nice feeling for the moment.  I was sitting next to two other employees, a woman that was a bit nice and ditsy and a man who seemed a little more ambitious. We were doing our thing when my boss came over and asked if I wanted to manage three custom home projects. My stomach lifted and then sank. Here was a project where I would have autonomy, would be stuck in one location and would be working on something slightly unique. That all sounded great, but I didn't want to do construction. I immediately said no. His eyebrows furrowed as if a lightening thought of ... was it disappointment? shot through his mind. And then he moved on. Minutes later Ditsy and the man I sat next to plus one other absolutely nonexperienced person all said that they have been promoted to manage a house each. I was shocked. They couldn't possibly do this. I was combing through whether or not I should talk to my boss or if I should just take on this one last project. I went to go look for him at his desk and he sat me down. He asked me to fill out a questionnaire on this window he had up on his screen. I started answering the questions. They seemed a bit touchy-feely for this company. Then he started asking more questions along those lines and where do you see yourself in this company. Part of me was excited thinking they are going to place me somewhere more challenging. Then I was getting a sinking feeling they were gathering evidence. He had me go meet with a woman I had never met to continue this type of conversation.  I realized they were getting final information to let me go. Not in a bad way, but they wanted it from the horse's mouth that I didn't belong.

Passing on to the next dream, where I was on a plane to France and still discussing the last woman I talked to. I had the remnants of my belongings in some bags and I was going through them. It was a collection of old memories - a book bag from jr. high, an old photo, matches or sugars stamped with a restaurant's name and so on. I gathered them all up as we were about to leave not realizing they had spilled out in some hidden cupboard to the side of me. We, myself and karrla and ? left the plane and in the airport there were a gaggle of women trying to fix a trailer. It was a clear trailer you pulled behind you and with fabric that you would attache for the wall and ceiling. It worked great when parked, but if you drove the wind flapped it around too much. I had a solution but we didn't have time to work with them and left.