Thine own thought-forms

A lucid dream

Dream: night of April 9, 2026.

Other people’s dreams are routinely boring, but I will recount this one because it may contain more wisdom than most:

It had a kind of science fiction premise. There was some genius who had managed to fabricate three reasonably close simulacra of human beings. He was long dead and had become a legendary figure. I went up to some mountain community to check out a couple of his specimens. There were two women and a man. I remember nothing of them except that one of the women had blond hair and something funny about her teeth and lips. (Although these were reasonably successful simulacra, they still had some imperfections.) The cabin and the compound they lived in were unimaginably filthy.