Had a dream where I was back in the Army. David Duchovny’s character from Californication was also court-ordered to serve. He was a complete fuckin asshole and I beat the shit out of him.
I tend to do that in dreams because I have unaddressed anger issues.
Unfortunately the Army was doing some time-travel experiments. So they put me to sleep and I woke up in a gutter, shoeless, and covered in piss. I grab some dude off the street.
“What year is it?!” I ask him.
“6025,” he said.
“6025? Why aren’t we exploring space?!”
The man began to cry. “We just plum forgot about it 🤷♂️,” he replied.
The future didn’t look that much different from the present. Except that people were much taller, more androgynous, and looked younger.
People were attending grade school in their 30s. The world grew so complicated that it took several decades before anyone could become “adults”.
I was getting some strange looks.
“You don’t have to be bald, ya know?” the receptionist lady told me. They made me go to therapy to update my appearance. “Male-pattern baldness was eradicated centuries ago.”
I wept for joy. “Please move my hairline forward and don’t make me a redhead 😭😭😭,” I said.
I had a full head of hair but I was still short as shit.
As I was driving through Chicago to get to O’Hare, the roads were paved with with old, derelict cars. This system wasn’t perfect though. As I went under an overpass, an old 1950s-style truck fell from the bridge and killed several motorists.
I was fine though.
Honestly, this future sucked. One thing was pretty accurate however: material conditions made life so comfortable that people viewed fiction as more of a reality than reality itself. The only struggle people had was the ones provided by entertainment.
Therapy to cope with the death of a beloved TV character? Sounds about right to me! 😀