Robot Clones and an Existential Crisis

First, a preface.

I have a tendency to remember my dreams after I wake up, but I almost never write down the details. So, what I’m hoping I can do is start writing down as much of my dreams as I can recall the day they happen. Start keeping a sort of Dream Journal here. So, here goes.


I was on vacation. Nowhere in particular that I can recall. The only important things I can remember of the setting are that I’m staying at some sort of resort near a beach.

As more of the state of the dream comes into focus I notice that I’m on vacation with a couple of friends, but that these friends are nondescript. They aren’t anyone I recognize from real life, but the general vibe they give off is that we are good friends and this situation is totally normal.

My friends and I go down to the beach to wander and kill some time. After a short walk we encounter a group of people that appear to be of the same age range. We start talking to them and getting to know each other, and as the conversations carry on the now larger group decides that it’s getting late into the sunset hours and we carry on chatting as we walk back to the resort.

Throughout all the talking, I’ve been primarily listening to see how well our two groups are getting along and make sure that things stay amicable. However, I’m learning a couple of things here and there, noticing the things that these particular friends are saying and that I don’t really appreciate the statements they’re putting out. These friends who started out as nondescript gain more detail, and I recognize them as friends I had in the past that I no longer considered friends. I end up excusing myself from the two groups that have become one, and I return to my room alone. That’s when the dream turns sideways.

The evening has come, and I’m hungry, so I decide to head out alone for dinner. The only thing is, there’s now SNOW on the ground. I’m not sure how, but I’m not at the resort anymore. It being a dream, and dreams lacking coherency, I’m not concerned by this change.

The evening progresses. I’ve eaten dinner and I’m wandering home. Home? Weird dream, guess I’m not on vacation anymore, but whatever. On my trek home I stumble across a body in the snow. It’s one of the friends I left behind earlier in the day, but somethings not quite right about this situation. I find a metal bar nearby and use it to help me investigate, rather than do the smart thing and call for help and report a fucking BODY.

My investigation of the dead body of my past friend yields some interesting results. Somehow I am able to discern there isn’t any blood in the body, and the skin now has some level of translucency to it that allows me to see what appears to be mechanical and artificial components. Apparently, the body is a robotic replica of the friend, or so it would lead me to believe.

I give up further investigation and turn to leave with my metal bar in hand. As I’m leaving I run into a woman who appears familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve met her before. When she steps into the light of a nearby streetlamp I notice a similar level of translucency in her skin as to what I had found in the body of my friend. It dawns on me that this person is involved in what is going on here and I begin to grow uneasy as she approaches. The closer she gets, the tighter my grip on the bar gets.

This robotic woman stops out of reach and gives a quick explanation of what I’m seeing. There is some sort of revolution going on, with people being presented with the opportunity to be replaced by synthetic clones of themselves. The whole scenario is deeply unsettling, but I’m too confused to notice the rest of my emotions. There are two options. Join, or die. I stammer that I need time to think it through, to which she agrees, but now that I am aware of the truth I cannot be allowed too much time. She tries to reassure me that the process is harmless and goes into a little more detail. They extract the majority of blood from the body to use as a sort of conduit for transferring the consciousness of the original body to the new synthetic one. None of this makes sense, its all too sudden, but it’s made worse with her final statement. A reminder, that should I choose to not join, I will die.

I stumble away in shock and find my way home. Pacing in my room and taking peeks out my window into the darkness. I notice movement and realize that the synthetic woman is out there. Ice cold despair wraps itself around my chest. I turn off the lights and hide behind the curtains to try and see more into the darkness. More people are ever so slowly approaching. The grip on my heart tightens, as I have not made a decision. Do I choose my own death, or do I choose what could be immortality all the while still uncertain if I would still be “me” in the new body. The dream ends there…


 

Most of my dreams are bizarre, so I never read too deeply into them, but some of them (like this one) still leave me saying “What the fuck?”

Hopefully you enjoyed it, even if it didn’t make sense.

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