Lucid-Wannabe's Dream Journal

Dream 1

There were some open sourced large language models (LLM’s) I was playing around with. Someone was telling me that they incorporated them into a site where they are used to assist with filing your taxes but they use some custom (larger parameter) models for this task that are not known to the public. They showed me their codenames and I was really surprised and impressed they had these secret models.


Dream 2 (Warning - there are some disturbing parts in this dream, for anyone that may read this)

I’m in an apartment building with a group of people that were also early to join the generative AI field, as of a few years ago. It was cool to talk with them about what their first impressions were with the SOTA text to image generators/LLM’s, I asked maybe 3 people about this individually for their opinions.

There was a woman I was speaking with about her experience with text to image generators for a live performance she would do. She has an interesting approach where she created a canvas for oil painting which had about 1 inch thick bristles which were coming out of the whole canvas - similar to a doormat - where her image generation would be somehow already hidden within the oil paint pigments in there. Then as she painted with her brush through the bristles, the image would be revealed as the pigments were spread onto the tops of the bristles which were all previously white. It was kind of a way to trick her audience that she was painting something I suppose.


While we were speaking I realized we were appearing live on the TV beside us, we were involved in a live stream - I noticed cameras in the room. Some of the guys I was previously speaking with were in another room in the apartment orchestrating the event.


I am taken time traveling to the future to see a performance this woman is now doing which was not really pleasant. She had spikes being driven down through each collar bone into her ribcage. She did not appear to be in pain and this was all going according to her planned performance.

I am quite disturbed as her body is dismantled until just her head is suspended. I’m left wondering how much blood is left circulating in her skull and how it’s oxygenated, as she still appears to be conscious and composed.

I wonder what drove her to this point in her life, is it somehow tied to an increased escalation of her previous generative audience trickery?


Dream 3

I’m in the lobby of a very upscale hotel/gym/retreat building speaking to the receptionist. We are talking about LLM’s, specifically ChatGPT. I am asking her what she mainly uses it for during work. She says not much really and then puts in an example prompt to show me that it gives rather poor answers.

I explain to her that the free 3.5 version of ChatGPT is pretty bad and it’s annoying to me that a lot of people get their first impression from this version, while the 4.0 paid version performs so much better. I wish OpenAI just got rid of the 3.5 version.

Now my perspective is outside the building, following behind an attractive woman in a bikini heading toward the lobby doors. An attractive muscular man crosses her path and gives her a friendly greeting for a moment as he heads on his way and she continues towards the lobby as the automatic doors slide open for her.