My brain is not a computer
I really hope that my brain is not a computer. If it were like this machine, I wouldn’t really trust what it would communicate. As a matter of fact, I had a dream last night which lasted for about three and half hours. I visited places that I seemed to know only in sleep. Places where I often seem to return to in sleep, though they are referred to as real places in my life with different names. I walked for miles following long lines of people of all kinds, going through diverse places, in difficult conditions and territories. It was all very strange, but full of tension. We went through vineyards, crossing fields, hills and meadows, I saw lots of fruits. Long rows of people, one after another. People whom I felt I knew, but they were different. We walked and walked, without ever stopping, going somewhere, nobody said why or where. I even lost my wife and was glad to find her next to me in bed when I woke up. I’m sure my Chromebook thinks differently. I trust “him”, I can’t say the same about my “brain-box” …
