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Human dream 36 narrated by my AI voice. Marina Abramovic moves to a small town in Italy. She has complete use of the main square, they built for her a tall, transparent three sided cage made of glass, attached to a mechanism at the centre of the square which makes the cage move in a circular way. Fixed at the centre, the cage moves around the edges of the square, in one big circular movement. Marina Abramovic is naked inside the triangular cage, there is enough room just for her body, and she is forced to walk, 24/7. If she tries to stop, she would stumble inside the small cage. I wonder why she did it and how the people of the small village would react at such view. The asphalt is broken and I can see that someone hid a poster below the first layer of asphalt. I pull out the poster, doing a favour to someone from my past who I don’t want to see.

Human dream 35 narrated by my AI voice. I am running with an army platoon. Some of them are very impolite and I take pride in being faster than them. I get to the Ancona’s neighbourhood Gli Archi where Lucia Mascino welcomes me and asks me to move there. She likes my jeans. She says it’s a model from 2004, what she considers being a great year, much better than any other year.

Marco Principi dies of something stomach related. I had a previous appointment with his partner and I am looking forward to it, because I feel the pain she must be in. Suddenly I realise that their flat was in front of our flat and we could have waved at each other from the window all along. What happened to us, people, that we are so close and we don’t spend time with each other? As soon as I think this thought, her flat changes and it becomes an intricate structure merged with all the other flats and for me is virtually impossible to see her now. I find out I had been signed up to a workshops about “sides”. My friend Franz, who looks like coming from outer space and has millions of grey hair, tells me that one of the teachers is not that good. We discover a new feature that allows citizens to see the Facebook updates of people they know, projected outside their homes. Immediately I lose my attention and I start reading Facebook updates, one in particular is about the hairstyle of mal

I was driving a white Lamborghini from Ancona to Collemarino. When driving through Torrette, my friend Valentina tells me to look to my right, towards the sea. I see a giant ship and I get scared, but I keep my focus on the road because I don’t want to crash my brand new supercar. The perspective is the one I fear the most, in front of the the bow. I turn my head to the left and I see my high school German teacher, turned into a hummingbird. I wonder if she remembers me now that she is in animal form. In case she does, I whisper my apologies for having lost most of my knowledge of the German language.

We open Luco’s mailbox, whose name was Lucostino, there were only three blank postcards. So sad. Two were from Milli, and one said that my mother was the President. I show them to Marzia. I am at my grandma’s when Robertina, one of the neighbours, invites me to a pre-death party in honour of her dying father Leo. I accept and once I am there I see zia Sunta in bed with Leo. Happy and surprised to see her, I stroke her gently to wake her up. She is confused, I tell her not to worry and then leave. In a garage there are three big but not powerful motorbikes, they were custom built by Bibo, Robertina’s brother. I wonder how they can stay put. One of the bikes is inspired by a videogame and has a small roof, it’s wonderful and I want it so bad, so that when it rains, Milli won’t get wet. I leave the party and Robertina dies. There is a little girl, she is a red dot and she is on a leaf. Her father is dressed like a gigantic insect e he is playing to scare her. He has many insect costumes,

It was some kind of anniversary for my parents. My brother in law suggests me to go get them some flowers. I go. I am in an elevator at the 50th floor. The floor numbers start changing crazily. I am aware of my surroundings, my senses are finely tuned on the world around me. Something is about to happen. The police escorts me out of the elevator and deletes all my social media accounts, which in that world also counted as proof of identity and money. It’s just a matter of minutes before I start forgetting who I am. Desperately I repeat all that is left in my memory, trying to make the memories stick. I am now an outcast and while my case is discussed by the authorities, I have to do odd jobs to survive. One job is to help someone at the airport dispose of some luggages. I wasn’t supposed to ask any questions. I am told one luggage has a dead tiger inside and near another one I see a white rabbit. I go with my dodgy supervisor to a clinic, unaware of the reason behind our small trip. A

I ask a pizza guy to swap the salami for anchovies. He says he cannot do it, because he has just started the job. I tell him that it’s in his rights to swap ingredients and he finally agrees with one condition: I have to open the anchovies can. The can is the tiniest I have ever seen, I make a mess with the oil, it goes everywhere on the counter. Two people get closer, they ask me if I am a friend of someone called Ida. I say no. They insist, they say I must know Ida because I was near the pizza. There’s no logic. They touch my face and they put their hands in my mouth. I try to fight them with a plastic fork. I lose my memory. I find myself sitting at a table, my friend Vale is sitting a few seats away from me. She is blond. Is she sitting there waiting for me to get her the pizza? I tell her that I have lost my memory and it must be something related to some people who were asking me about someone called Ida.

I find myself in a mysterious place, where people’s perception and sense of self was not in the head, somewhere behind the eyes, but in the navel. For a few moments I can perceive as they do, and I literally see from my navel and I feel as my own sense of self is somewhere there. It’s different. I wonder why we perceive from behind the eyes and I receive a visual answer of a blue smoke mixed with a purple smoke.

I am at a TED conference. The person on stage is wearing a necklace with a massive boner as pendant. He says that there is one for each of us and he invites the audience to get on stage to get one necklace. When on stage, I feel self aware about wearing a giant penis on my neck, and I refuse to take one. When turning to leave, I see the TED stage from the point of view of the speaker. What an unusual sight! I take it all in and I feel the desire to be on stage myself one day. Outside, people are distributing a black and white fanzine. I recognise the logo of We The Curious, but the content doesn’t make sense, as it’s a series of comic strips by design students. I wonder if I should have been in there, if I am missing out. People everywhere. It’s hard to leave. It’s hot. The surface of the narrow walking path is a constellation of small fountains that randomly activate and squirt water up in the air while you are walking. Staying dry is impossible and I think to myself what a bad design

Walking through the desert, I suddenly get to the North Pole. What a view! It’s immense and white. A giant piece of ice rolls next to me, it must be heavy but it moves as if it’s as light as fresh snow. I wish I could tell my family that I am in the North Pole. On the border between the desert and the north pole, there are some abandoned cathedrals. I try to photograph them from an interesting perspective where I can frame two buildings, but as soon as I look through the lens, my body rotates and revolves and I find myself upside down.