I dreamt that I was in a movie about a future dystopian world that was run by warlords. These warlords ran great empires by use of machines to enslave the masses and propagate their will and desires. It was all an allegory to method acting. Patsy Rodenburg was the heroine in this movie, who was also the main assassin and bounty hunter for one of the warlords. She had found and retrieved a defector, myself, and brought me back before the warlord to stand judgement. I was mercifully forgive and spared by the warlord, who of course was played by a well known method actor, because he dreamed of a different future for this world. One where warlords didn’t run great empire by use of machines, but rather the people could all be enlightened and contribute themselves. I was tasked to be under the tutelage of Patsy Rodenburg to help realize this dream.
Shifting, I was now apart of a team that dealt with artificial intelligence. It was the future and AI had progressed far beyond the point that humans envisioned. There were growing reports that some had become sentient. My team was a task force to root out these supposed new creations and shut them down. We were dispatched on this one raid to find an AI that had been reported to go against its self-preservation code to never endanger another human. It was reported that it had killed humans to protect another robot it had developed feelings for, another malfunction in its core systems. My partner, who was also my wife, and I tracked this robot team down. A battle ensued and it went after my partner. In saving my wife’s life I took down this robot and before shutting down he looked in my eyes, “You see, you’ve done the same as me. Am I not you?”
Shifting again, I awoke in my dream, to myself standing in front of the mirror. I had grey hair peppered throughout and an undeniable feeling inside that I was old. I did not seem older as my mind still felt young, but it seemed like my body had betrayed me. I was confused and partially saddened, asking myself, where did my youth go? I still feel young inside. Why must my body wither while the mind stays sharp? There was a small feeling of happiness though. A small budding feeling that I had become more sagely and wise.