I was incrementally modifying an AI prompt to produce output that makes the very premise of prompting AI increasingly more ridiculous. The prompt had something to do with asking for the correct dimensions of the output(?)

IRL context: covid vaccine which gives me flu symptoms and makes it hard to sleep.

Dreamt that I had something potentially dangerous, maybe a knife. Some guy told me “rules say anyone with a stutter doesn’t get to have that, but you speak ok”. I ask who made that rule, and he replies Jesus. I’m incensed and try to find the passage where God turns water into poison. It doesnt exist IRL but neither does his quote.

Lisa and I argue with the guy, now accompanied by a woman. After some time I apologize to the woman, while struggling to turn off this video or game on an ipad. I just want to figure out why they’re setting these fake Jesus rules.

Dreamt we were moving. We had several apartments but we were moving out to a house farther away.

One item of concern was id bought a relatively expensive tiny sports car with a super futuristic interior. It was being stored in a basement of one of the apartment buildings. I never got to use it because of various circumstances.

We went back to the old house to find the keys, which I eventually found. Interesting set of keys, it seemed like it had many functions, and could be opened and collapsed like a leatherman somewhat.

New house, more like a farmhouse. Lisa is going to decorate for the fall and wants to put hay bales in the space partially open to the outside. Theres a wooden staircase that goes up and to the second story of the farmhouse. Lisa unfortunately brought the smallest size of hay bales possible so she had to get more bigger ones. Some man says we can come to him for help.

I was working at PGR still, but I guess I was in facilities because I had to fix a sagging wall in a bathroom. I guess there was a lot of water damage or something and there was gunk pooling behind the paint.

Ryan Haffey opened a new position on his team, and Ruth emailed me about it.

I also found that the owner of Nubeigel was selling their cabin/vineyard and we got the inside scoop, so Lisa and I drove out to see it. On the way we crashed into every car on the way like in a video game because the handling was so poor.

Neighborhood of some sort. Logitech security cameras can show stats of individuals. One dude arrives and begins terrorizing the neighborhood, his strength stat is super high (43, apparently super high). His appearance is incongruent; a lanky white boy who carried an electric guitar around.

In the navy. We’re on an exercise pulling fishing gear owned by the government. It’s some sort of deep sea fishing operation. I fall overboard. Fortunately the swim back is not difficult, but I’m motivated to get back because they discharge sailors who fall overboard. The captain is a hard ass.

Andrew constructing a crazy underground lab. Several stories underground. Single wide shaft goes down. We visit “the post office” where there was a single computer and router, and took 5 min to get down. Matt and dad were there too. Andrew wanted me to spend lots of time doing some coding on this project (can’t remember what the facility was for).

I ask if we could forward some ports so I can work remotely since it takes so long to get down there (and secretly I’m afraid of what Andrew awoke in the depths). Or if he was okay hosting the code on GitHub so I can push remotely. I ask if the post office was the only place down there. Andrew chuckles and says he didn’t want to reveal everything at once.

Daniel hahn drinking a sprite. Something unfair.

Andrew, dad and Matt trying out a game I found. Must have been futuristic VR.

We’re astronauts. I’m testing out whether they’d have the heart and skills to save someone in space or something, but it changed to whether they can save themselves. I put a button on their controller to slow down the velocity of their derelict, and a twist to stop the rotation. I was supervising; Andrew and dad stopped spinning, but Matt was having trouble. We joked for a moment until his situation spiraled out of control, and his craft broke apart. He was headed toward the planet, we were in fairly low orbit. I awake.

Prior; driving my car through mountainous terrain in the rain. Started up a path through a switchback but Google suggested it would take 3 months to get by. Able to reverse time so I can get back to where I started. I recall a beach, boardwalk.

For some reason I believed we were dead. After death is a shadow realm, a mirror of the real world.

I’m at home with my family in ny. Not just my family though, some others there too. Someone like Ivana? It’s thundering out, and we’re concerned about electrocution. We know some advice is to minimize contact with the ground. I jokingly lay face first on the ground. Other times we’ve got one foot on the ground, one in the air and we’ve joined arms, as if some sort of lightning-proof pose. I am concerned about my PC. I’m in my underwear.

Driving along a wide road, like Mayfield.

I was fiddling with the console, like editing code or something. It was raining.

Lane departure assist took control and jerked me into oncoming traffic. It had full control of the steering wheel, I could not wrest it back in time. I remember getting hit on my right side. Three other cars involved. The crash was surprisingly tame, everyone gets out and asks if they’re okay.