A few months ago I wrote a newsletter about lucid dreaming. After a night of uncharacteristic sleep deprivation, I’d experienced a visceral flying dream, after which, curious, I lurked some message boards, read the literature, and casually started performing “reality checks:” small daily rituals designed to test whether or not I am, in fact, asleep. My reality check of choice is counting my fingers, and the first time I found myself doing this in a dream my hands looked like the telltale flippers of bad generative AI. One finger had a smaller finger jutting out at the knuckle.
Mu.
Your read here reminded me of a Koan.