Dreaming of the future

I dreamt this headline this morning (I just typed those words as the BBC newsreader spoke the words 'this morning'). Going to bed last night at half past nine, I rose today at half past five, the first thing I did was to jot these words before I forgot them. As soon as I'd fed the cats and made myself a coffee, I asked ChatGPT to produce me a photorealistic image of the headline of which I'd dreamt: 

{{ Having a hotel breakfast. I hastily pull the bread out of the toaster to spare it from being burnt. [Wow! I just typed the word 'burnt' as the BBC Farming Today presenter said the word 'burnt'!] This is a square slice of rye bread, crumbling at the edges. I try to communicate telepathically with the bread, but other than a faint spark of gratitude from it, I'm not getting anything meaningful other than this headline. }}

Logically, by asking the question, the piece of bread in the AI-powered toaster is already sentient. And I'm now asking myself whether I'm imbuing artificial intelligence with the ability to infect matter with sentience.

I seem to be receiving fewer and fewer 'meaningful' dreams than I did; my bedside dream-diary gets fewer entries. But this morning...

Below: sunrise with Scrapper. A short pre-breakfast stroll to catch the dawn. After the cats had eaten, only Scrapper showed any desire to go out for a walk with me.

This time three years ago:
Winter's on its way

This time eight years ago:
Kolej grójecka by Bogdan Pokropiński

This time ten years ago:
PIS, thinking wishfully about the village

This time 12 years ago:
An unseasonably warm autumn in Warsaw

This time 13 years ago:
Shedding light on an unused road

This time 14 years ago:
S2-S79 Elka from the air 

This time 15 years ago:
Fish and chips in Warsaw

This time 16 years ago:
Spirit of place – anomalous familiarity moments