Dreamed my right kneecap was a rotary device that was removable, opening access to what I do not know. Knee juice? Knee gnomes? I was reminded of a dream from high school involving another student at the school, someone I had barely if any contact. As best I can recall we never interacted at all but it’s possible some contact occurred. Which makes it seem stranger still that he appeared as a central character in a dream that has stayed with me ever since.
This person had a removable penis, and in the dream he had been sedated so that it could be removed painlessly. It was designed to be removable but actually removing it could be at worst uncomfortable. Sedation was not necessary but it was preferred. That remains my only real memory of this person, leaving me to question why people who barely ever crossed your path somehow wash up in your sleep space.
I have tried to read up on dream theory but it always ends up in the same place, dismissing it all as garbage of the day. But how did this near-stranger’s removable penis come from any garbage from my day? I’ve had other dreams that made me question what really goes on in my head. Where does evil come from but from comedy and surrealism? In one dream I was partly bound and gagged in a Nazi compound. It was not a camp or an extermination place. It was a place to test the prisoners for how far they would go to impress the guards. I ended up shooting a man in the heel of his foot after he screamed at me, begging and pleading for me not to do this as the injury would be worse than death. I shot him anyway and woke up still hearing his painful yawps, feeling like filth, asking how such a vision could emerge from this head under any circumstance.
Of course some people make millions writing stories and making movies like that. It’s just a thought, not an act, not even a call to action. Just a thought. As the Jesuits and others have preached, evil thoughts are not sinful, evil actions are. When I started delving into AI text-to-image copyright scraping I was at times unsettled by what my prompts produced. This unsettlement was, I might add, not always a direct or deliberate consequence of what I typed. AI produces inexplicable shit sometimes. But with AI and other means of creating images of non-existant situations I wonder what the threshold is for having an evil thought and manifesting it for others to experience.
