I dreampt that the whole world was dead and there was no more life. Only a giant supercomputer that was sentient and had been talking slowly to itself
for millions of years. The rest of the planet was a destroyed, ruined hulk, a lifeless world of rocks and cold sand like Mars. The computer was
conferring with itself and decided to shut itself down and end its own sentience because it could think of no purpose to continue on.
This is the soundtrack of the dream:
Then the dream modulated and changed and I was in a kind of old villiage, like the kind they had in the 1800s or whatever. There weren't any people
around but I could see all these simple, homey things. Like somebody had been carving an axe-handle out of new wood, that stood out. And a pile of
sticks. Sawdust everywhere. A carpenter's studio? I felt an immense sadness, like we had lost all this. "How could we lose our way? How could we
have lost the Great Tao so completely?" I began to cry. Then I woke up.