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Namarrkondjahdjam (Lightning Dreaming), Burrungkuy, Kakadu
Namarrkon’s eye sits
watching for the coming storms
axes poised to cleave
Explanation in Alt
#RockinTuesday
#PaintByWords both #lightning and #cliff
#photography #landscape #dreaming #Kakadu #FirstNations #ECK -
Namarrkondjahdjam (Lightning Dreaming), Burrungkuy, Kakadu
Namarrkon’s eye sits
watching for the coming storms
axes poised to cleave
Explanation in Alt
#RockinTuesday
#PaintByWords both #lightning and #cliff
#photography #landscape #dreaming #Kakadu #FirstNations #ECK -
Manche Beziehungen sind halt von kurzer oder mehr von wiederholender Dauer... ;)
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Manche Beziehungen sind halt von kurzer oder mehr von wiederholender Dauer... ;)
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SHORT STORY: The Last Train Out
THE LAST TRAIN OUTAva had just clocked out of work and was heading home.
She usually passed by the train station on her way back, although she rarely used it. She preferred taking a bus and walking the rest of the distance. It was her little way of keeping fit after spending most of her day sitting in a laboratory.
Ava worked in one of the largest biochemical research laboratories in the city. She couldn’t imagine herself working anywhere else. The laboratory was known for its experimental research, but it had also become strangely notorious. There had been three unexplained contamination outbreaks within the facility in the past year, and even the CDC couldn’t keep up and had threatened to shut them down multiple times. Most people found that terrifying. Ava found it fascinating.
She had always been curious about everything and even things that science couldn’t immediately explain. That curiosity would eventually be the reason she survived.
While heading home she passed by the train station and heard it whistle, she instantly had dejavu like she had heard the whistle before, not just the whistle, the exact whistle, the same length, the same pause at the end of the whistle, and at the exact same time, 9:00 p.m.
Eventually, she shrugged it off. She passed the station every day. Maybe her brain was simply playing tricks on her.
The next evening, it happened again.
Same whistle.
Same time.
Same strange feeling.
Then again the following day.
And the day after that.
By Friday, Ava had stopped pretending it was a coincidence.
Suddenly, Ava found herself standing in the middle of Central Station with thousands of other people.
She didn’t remember walking there.
She didn’t remember entering the station.
One moment she had been walking to get a bus. The next, she was surrounded by people staring desperately at the tracks.
Ava looked around with no idea what was going on.
At exactly 10:00 p.m., every phone in the station buzzed at once.
Ava pulled hers out.
The same message appeared on every screen.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Then the electricity went out.
Then the explosions began.
One.
Then another.
Then several at once.
The ground shook beneath their feet.
People screamed.
The train everyone was waiting for was no where to be found just the sound of train racks shaking. Within an hour of waiting at the train, parts of the city were on fire. Everyone scattered around moving to different platforms hoping the next train that came they’d jump in without thinking. While there was chaos everywhere, At 11:30 p.m., another message appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
Ava stared at the message.
North Terminal had been abandoned for years. She knew that because her laboratory had once worked with the railway authority on environmental testing around the site. There hadn’t been a functioning train there in years. So why was the city sending a train there now?
Ava was already at central station, she sighed relief but before she knew crowd of people were already trooping in, some even pushing others onto the empty tracks.
While struggling not to fall and also to wait for the train, she heard a familiar voice.
“Ava!”
She turned.
Daniel was running toward her.
“You made it,” he said, breathless.
“I almost didn’t.”
Neither of them had time to say anything else.
Then the train whistle sounded.
Neither of them spoke.
The train rolled into the station.
It looked old
Dark
Its windows reflected nothing.
The doors opened.
People rushed inside even pushing some people out of the way.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Don’t let go.”
They boarded.
As soon as everyone settled into the train the lights came back on.
The first journey lasted forty-three minutes.
Ava remembered that because she kept checking the clock.
12:31.
12:47.
1:03.
1:14.
Then the train stopped.
The doors opened.
North Terminal.
But there was no station.
Only darkness.
A voice came through the speakers.
“One passenger must remain.”
Then the lights went out.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Daniel?”
Nothing.
She squeezed harder.
Her hand closed around empty air.
“Daniel?”
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
Every passenger.
Every bag.
Every person.
Ava was alone.
Then she saw him.
Daniel was standing outside the train.
On the platform. A single flickering light hung above him. His back was turned.
“Daniel!”
Slowly, he turned around.
His face was covered in blood.
Ava stopped breathing.
Something moved behind him.
Two eyes opened in the darkness.
They were looking directly at her.
Ava screamed and stumbled backward, hitting her head against the metal wall of the train.
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
Ava woke up at her desk.
Her heart was pounding.
The laboratory was silent.
It was already 9:00 p.m. She couldn’t remember falling asleep.
She felt a stinging feeling like her palm was burning.
A strange symbol had appeared across her palm. A small black circle. She had never seen it before. She rubbed it but it hurt her as she did like a fresh flesh wound.
She picked up her things to leave the office.
The hallway lights flickered as she walked toward the elevator.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each light went out just after she passed it.
Ava stopped.
The last light above her flickered.
Then went completely dark.
She stepped into the elevator.
When the doors opened again, she was standing outside the train station.
Ava stared at the entrance.
She didn’t remember walking there.
Her phone buzzed.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Ava stared at the message.
Then another appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
She was already at central station. People began trooping in.
She dropped the phone.
She saw Daniel
They got on the train together
The darkness.
His bloodied face.
Everyone disappears
She hit her head and falls
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
She wakes up in her office again at exactly 9:00pm
Same cycle repeating itself
This time when she woke up in her office, she was the only one.
Same thing on her palms.
Then someone knocked on her door.
Three times.
Ava froze.
“Who is it?”
No answer.
She opened the door.
Nobody was there.
Only a piece of paper lying on the floor.
She picked it up.
There was one sentence written on it.
DON’T LET HIM GET ON THE TRAIN.
Ava stared at it.
She didn’t know who “him” was.
Until she got the train this time and saw Daniel, it clicked and looked at Daniel.
“Don’t get on the train,” she told him.
He laughed.
“Ava, the city is literally burning.”
“I know.”
“You want us to stay here?”
“I want to know what’s happening.”
The train arrived.
Ava watched the doors open.
Everyone boarded.
She didn’t.
Daniel stared at her.
“Ava.”
“Don’t.”
The train doors began closing.
Daniel stepped back.
Then suddenly, a little girl grabbed Ava’s hand.
Ava looked down.
The girl was crying.
“Please don’t let it leave.”
“Why?”
The girl pointed toward the train.
“My mother is inside.”
Ava looked through the windows.
The passengers were sitting silently and strangely every passenger was looking at her.
The doors closed.
The train left.
The moment it disappeared into the tunnel, the entire station went dark.
The little girl disappeared.
Ava was alone.
She looked around looking for Daniel but didn’t find him.
Then everything went black again but this time she didn’t hit her head.
Ava woke up in her office.
Again.
She screamed.
She knew immediately.
She was living a repeated cycle.
But this time, something was different.
The symbol on her palm had changed.
There were now two circles.
Ava stared at it.
Then she remembered the little girl.
The man on the train.
The sentence on the paper.
And one thought came to her.
Maybe the train wasn’t the destination.
Maybe it was a clue.
She had less than 2 hours before the whole cycle reset itself again.
Ava didn’t go to Central Station.
She went to the old railway archives.
She searched through newspapers.
Maps.
Construction records. Everything she could find about North Terminal.
She discovered that the North Terminal had been abandoned five years ago due to the fire outbreak and train accident that happened.
There was no functioning station there.
She looked at the map of the station and discovered an underground control room.
The original railway plans showed a tunnel that had been sealed.
Ava found an old photograph with newspapers that talked about a fire outbreak.
Six people stood in front of the tunnel.
Engineers.
Scientists.
Government officials.
And behind them was the same symbol on her palm. The two circles.
Ava’s heart began pounding. She needed to know more but she was running out of time.
She took the map and pictures and was heading further but she was out of time. Everywhere became pitch black and she woke up in her office again.
This time Ava went straight to the North Terminal.
She found the sealed tunnel.
Behind the rusted doors was a staircase.
She walked down.
Until she heard something.
A train.
But there were no tracks.
The sound was coming from beneath the ground.
She followed it.
At the bottom, she found a massive underground room.
Machines covered the walls.
Thousands of wires disappeared into the ceiling.
And in the centre was a giant glass chamber.
Inside it were people.
Dozens of them.
Sleeping.
Connected to machines.
Ava walked closer.
Then she saw Daniel.
Her breath caught.
He was inside the chamber.
Alive.
She ran toward him.
“Daniel!”
His eyes opened.
“Ava?”
She touched the glass.
He shook his head.
“You need to destroy everything, Ava.”
The lights in the room came on.
Six people stood behind her.
The same six people from the photograph.
Except they hadn’t aged.
Not a day.
“You finally found us.” One of them said
Ava turned.
“What have you done?”
The woman in front stepped forward.
“We built the first train.”
“Why?”
“To save the city.”
Ava looked at the machines.
“You’re killing people.”
“We’re preventing something worse, and the sacrifices are for the greater good.”
“Every cycle ends with the city destroyed.”
“So you reset it.”
“Yes.”
Ava stared at her.
“And everyone forgets.”
“Everyone except you.”
“Why me?”
The woman smiled.
“Because you were the first person who survived the last train out.”
Ava froze.
“What?”
“You were never supposed to remember.”
“How many times?”
The woman answered:
“One hundred and twelve.”
Ava’s face went pale.
She had lived this night 112 times.
Each time, she had boarded the train.
Each time, the city had died.
Each time, everything had started again.
“But why?”
“We built the machines using untested chemicals and machines that were found in space to make the train faster, we realised we could also travel in time and reset things using the train, but the more we used the more we upset the balance of time.”
“We’ve been stuck here feeding the machine and trying to stop the end of the world.”
The room began shaking.
“You have two choices, Ava. Only you can save us all.”
The woman raised her hand.
“Board the train again.”
The machines began humming.
“And the cycle continues.”
She pointed towards the machines
“Or destroy the machine.”
Ava looked at the people trapped inside the chambers.
Then at Daniel.
Then at the machines.
“What happens if I destroy it?”
Before the woman could answer she fell and hit her head and was having a seizure.
The other five tried to attack Ava but she took a metal pipe and hit the chamber filled with liquid. She knew the liquid was harmless, but volatile and realised that her laboratory were the ones who first created the liquid. At that time she didn’t realise what they were creating such large quantities. The liquid from the chambers swept the other five in different directions hitting their head on the metals around.
Ava looked at Daniel.
“Can you walk?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s end this.”
The alarms began screaming.
Daniel pulled the emergency lever beside the glass chamber.
The machine exploded with sparks.
The room shook violently.
“Stop!”
The woman got up and screamed.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing!”
Ava looked at her.
“I understand perfectly.”
She ran toward the central machine.
The woman tried to stop her.
Ava pushed her. Crashing each other against the controls.
The machine began overheating.
The train whistle sounded somewhere beneath them.
The woman screamed:
“IF YOU DESTROY IT, THE TRAIN WILL NEVER COME BACK!”
Ava pulled the final lever.
The machine exploded.
The underground room filled with white light.
Every screen shattered.
Every wire burned.
The sound of the train became deafening.
Before they could make it out, it exploded flinging them outside to the train tracks.
Ava felt a ringing sound in her ears before closing her eyes and then silence.
Ava opened her eyes.
She was lying on the floor of Central Station.
The station was crowded.
People were talking and walking past her.
Trains were arriving.
Nobody was screaming.
Nobody was running.
Nobody was dying.
Ava sat up and quickly looked at her palm. The symbol was gone.
Ava’s phone rang, it was the hospital.
They had called to tell her Daniel woke up from the coma. She smiled. Daniel was Ava’s fiancée, he had been in the train accident that happened five years ago and had been in a coma since.
She looked toward the tracks.
A train arrived.
Ava’s heart skipped a bit.
It was the same black train.
The same one.
But this time, it was different.
The windows reflected the passengers.
The lights inside were warm.
The doors opened.
People stepped off.
Alive.
Real.
Ava watched silently.
Then she saw them.
The six people from the photograph.
They stepped off the train.
Behind them came the little girl and her mother.
The woman who had been trapped inside the machine looked at Ava.
She smiled.
“Thank you.”
Ava frowned.
“For what?”
“For letting us go.”
Ava looked at the train.
“The six of you…”
The woman nodded.
“We were trapped inside the machine just as much as everyone else.”
“And the train?”
The woman looked back at it.
“It was trapped too.”
Ava looked at the black train.
For five years, it had carried the same people toward the same ending.
Over and over.
Never arriving.
Never leaving.
Until now.
Ava looked back at the tracks.
The black train slowly disappeared into the morning light.
For the first time, it wasn’t taking anyone anywhere.
It was simply leaving.
Thank you for reading!!!
Love,
Dupe Abiona
#books #daydreaming #dreaming #fiction #fictionalstories #fictionalwriting #future #futuristicnovels #futuristicshortstories #lifeloveandstories #shortstories #story -
SHORT STORY: The Last Train Out
THE LAST TRAIN OUTAva had just clocked out of work and was heading home.
She usually passed by the train station on her way back, although she rarely used it. She preferred taking a bus and walking the rest of the distance. It was her little way of keeping fit after spending most of her day sitting in a laboratory.
Ava worked in one of the largest biochemical research laboratories in the city. She couldn’t imagine herself working anywhere else. The laboratory was known for its experimental research, but it had also become strangely notorious. There had been three unexplained contamination outbreaks within the facility in the past year, and even the CDC couldn’t keep up and had threatened to shut them down multiple times. Most people found that terrifying. Ava found it fascinating.
She had always been curious about everything and even things that science couldn’t immediately explain. That curiosity would eventually be the reason she survived.
While heading home she passed by the train station and heard it whistle, she instantly had dejavu like she had heard the whistle before, not just the whistle, the exact whistle, the same length, the same pause at the end of the whistle, and at the exact same time, 9:00 p.m.
Eventually, she shrugged it off. She passed the station every day. Maybe her brain was simply playing tricks on her.
The next evening, it happened again.
Same whistle.
Same time.
Same strange feeling.
Then again the following day.
And the day after that.
By Friday, Ava had stopped pretending it was a coincidence.
Suddenly, Ava found herself standing in the middle of Central Station with thousands of other people.
She didn’t remember walking there.
She didn’t remember entering the station.
One moment she had been walking to get a bus. The next, she was surrounded by people staring desperately at the tracks.
Ava looked around with no idea what was going on.
At exactly 10:00 p.m., every phone in the station buzzed at once.
Ava pulled hers out.
The same message appeared on every screen.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Then the electricity went out.
Then the explosions began.
One.
Then another.
Then several at once.
The ground shook beneath their feet.
People screamed.
The train everyone was waiting for was no where to be found just the sound of train racks shaking. Within an hour of waiting at the train, parts of the city were on fire. Everyone scattered around moving to different platforms hoping the next train that came they’d jump in without thinking. While there was chaos everywhere, At 11:30 p.m., another message appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
Ava stared at the message.
North Terminal had been abandoned for years. She knew that because her laboratory had once worked with the railway authority on environmental testing around the site. There hadn’t been a functioning train there in years. So why was the city sending a train there now?
Ava was already at central station, she sighed relief but before she knew crowd of people were already trooping in, some even pushing others onto the empty tracks.
While struggling not to fall and also to wait for the train, she heard a familiar voice.
“Ava!”
She turned.
Daniel was running toward her.
“You made it,” he said, breathless.
“I almost didn’t.”
Neither of them had time to say anything else.
Then the train whistle sounded.
Neither of them spoke.
The train rolled into the station.
It looked old
Dark
Its windows reflected nothing.
The doors opened.
People rushed inside even pushing some people out of the way.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Don’t let go.”
They boarded.
As soon as everyone settled into the train the lights came back on.
The first journey lasted forty-three minutes.
Ava remembered that because she kept checking the clock.
12:31.
12:47.
1:03.
1:14.
Then the train stopped.
The doors opened.
North Terminal.
But there was no station.
Only darkness.
A voice came through the speakers.
“One passenger must remain.”
Then the lights went out.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Daniel?”
Nothing.
She squeezed harder.
Her hand closed around empty air.
“Daniel?”
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
Every passenger.
Every bag.
Every person.
Ava was alone.
Then she saw him.
Daniel was standing outside the train.
On the platform. A single flickering light hung above him. His back was turned.
“Daniel!”
Slowly, he turned around.
His face was covered in blood.
Ava stopped breathing.
Something moved behind him.
Two eyes opened in the darkness.
They were looking directly at her.
Ava screamed and stumbled backward, hitting her head against the metal wall of the train.
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
Ava woke up at her desk.
Her heart was pounding.
The laboratory was silent.
It was already 9:00 p.m. She couldn’t remember falling asleep.
She felt a stinging feeling like her palm was burning.
A strange symbol had appeared across her palm. A small black circle. She had never seen it before. She rubbed it but it hurt her as she did like a fresh flesh wound.
She picked up her things to leave the office.
The hallway lights flickered as she walked toward the elevator.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each light went out just after she passed it.
Ava stopped.
The last light above her flickered.
Then went completely dark.
She stepped into the elevator.
When the doors opened again, she was standing outside the train station.
Ava stared at the entrance.
She didn’t remember walking there.
Her phone buzzed.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Ava stared at the message.
Then another appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
She was already at central station. People began trooping in.
She dropped the phone.
She saw Daniel
They got on the train together
The darkness.
His bloodied face.
Everyone disappears
She hit her head and falls
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
She wakes up in her office again at exactly 9:00pm
Same cycle repeating itself
This time when she woke up in her office, she was the only one.
Same thing on her palms.
Then someone knocked on her door.
Three times.
Ava froze.
“Who is it?”
No answer.
She opened the door.
Nobody was there.
Only a piece of paper lying on the floor.
She picked it up.
There was one sentence written on it.
DON’T LET HIM GET ON THE TRAIN.
Ava stared at it.
She didn’t know who “him” was.
Until she got the train this time and saw Daniel, it clicked and looked at Daniel.
“Don’t get on the train,” she told him.
He laughed.
“Ava, the city is literally burning.”
“I know.”
“You want us to stay here?”
“I want to know what’s happening.”
The train arrived.
Ava watched the doors open.
Everyone boarded.
She didn’t.
Daniel stared at her.
“Ava.”
“Don’t.”
The train doors began closing.
Daniel stepped back.
Then suddenly, a little girl grabbed Ava’s hand.
Ava looked down.
The girl was crying.
“Please don’t let it leave.”
“Why?”
The girl pointed toward the train.
“My mother is inside.”
Ava looked through the windows.
The passengers were sitting silently and strangely every passenger was looking at her.
The doors closed.
The train left.
The moment it disappeared into the tunnel, the entire station went dark.
The little girl disappeared.
Ava was alone.
She looked around looking for Daniel but didn’t find him.
Then everything went black again but this time she didn’t hit her head.
Ava woke up in her office.
Again.
She screamed.
She knew immediately.
She was living a repeated cycle.
But this time, something was different.
The symbol on her palm had changed.
There were now two circles.
Ava stared at it.
Then she remembered the little girl.
The man on the train.
The sentence on the paper.
And one thought came to her.
Maybe the train wasn’t the destination.
Maybe it was a clue.
She had less than 2 hours before the whole cycle reset itself again.
Ava didn’t go to Central Station.
She went to the old railway archives.
She searched through newspapers.
Maps.
Construction records. Everything she could find about North Terminal.
She discovered that the North Terminal had been abandoned five years ago due to the fire outbreak and train accident that happened.
There was no functioning station there.
She looked at the map of the station and discovered an underground control room.
The original railway plans showed a tunnel that had been sealed.
Ava found an old photograph with newspapers that talked about a fire outbreak.
Six people stood in front of the tunnel.
Engineers.
Scientists.
Government officials.
And behind them was the same symbol on her palm. The two circles.
Ava’s heart began pounding. She needed to know more but she was running out of time.
She took the map and pictures and was heading further but she was out of time. Everywhere became pitch black and she woke up in her office again.
This time Ava went straight to the North Terminal.
She found the sealed tunnel.
Behind the rusted doors was a staircase.
She walked down.
Until she heard something.
A train.
But there were no tracks.
The sound was coming from beneath the ground.
She followed it.
At the bottom, she found a massive underground room.
Machines covered the walls.
Thousands of wires disappeared into the ceiling.
And in the centre was a giant glass chamber.
Inside it were people.
Dozens of them.
Sleeping.
Connected to machines.
Ava walked closer.
Then she saw Daniel.
Her breath caught.
He was inside the chamber.
Alive.
She ran toward him.
“Daniel!”
His eyes opened.
“Ava?”
She touched the glass.
He shook his head.
“You need to destroy everything, Ava.”
The lights in the room came on.
Six people stood behind her.
The same six people from the photograph.
Except they hadn’t aged.
Not a day.
“You finally found us.” One of them said
Ava turned.
“What have you done?”
The woman in front stepped forward.
“We built the first train.”
“Why?”
“To save the city.”
Ava looked at the machines.
“You’re killing people.”
“We’re preventing something worse, and the sacrifices are for the greater good.”
“Every cycle ends with the city destroyed.”
“So you reset it.”
“Yes.”
Ava stared at her.
“And everyone forgets.”
“Everyone except you.”
“Why me?”
The woman smiled.
“Because you were the first person who survived the last train out.”
Ava froze.
“What?”
“You were never supposed to remember.”
“How many times?”
The woman answered:
“One hundred and twelve.”
Ava’s face went pale.
She had lived this night 112 times.
Each time, she had boarded the train.
Each time, the city had died.
Each time, everything had started again.
“But why?”
“We built the machines using untested chemicals and machines that were found in space to make the train faster, we realised we could also travel in time and reset things using the train, but the more we used the more we upset the balance of time.”
“We’ve been stuck here feeding the machine and trying to stop the end of the world.”
The room began shaking.
“You have two choices, Ava. Only you can save us all.”
The woman raised her hand.
“Board the train again.”
The machines began humming.
“And the cycle continues.”
She pointed towards the machines
“Or destroy the machine.”
Ava looked at the people trapped inside the chambers.
Then at Daniel.
Then at the machines.
“What happens if I destroy it?”
Before the woman could answer she fell and hit her head and was having a seizure.
The other five tried to attack Ava but she took a metal pipe and hit the chamber filled with liquid. She knew the liquid was harmless, but volatile and realised that her laboratory were the ones who first created the liquid. At that time she didn’t realise what they were creating such large quantities. The liquid from the chambers swept the other five in different directions hitting their head on the metals around.
Ava looked at Daniel.
“Can you walk?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s end this.”
The alarms began screaming.
Daniel pulled the emergency lever beside the glass chamber.
The machine exploded with sparks.
The room shook violently.
“Stop!”
The woman got up and screamed.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing!”
Ava looked at her.
“I understand perfectly.”
She ran toward the central machine.
The woman tried to stop her.
Ava pushed her. Crashing each other against the controls.
The machine began overheating.
The train whistle sounded somewhere beneath them.
The woman screamed:
“IF YOU DESTROY IT, THE TRAIN WILL NEVER COME BACK!”
Ava pulled the final lever.
The machine exploded.
The underground room filled with white light.
Every screen shattered.
Every wire burned.
The sound of the train became deafening.
Before they could make it out, it exploded flinging them outside to the train tracks.
Ava felt a ringing sound in her ears before closing her eyes and then silence.
Ava opened her eyes.
She was lying on the floor of Central Station.
The station was crowded.
People were talking and walking past her.
Trains were arriving.
Nobody was screaming.
Nobody was running.
Nobody was dying.
Ava sat up and quickly looked at her palm. The symbol was gone.
Ava’s phone rang, it was the hospital.
They had called to tell her Daniel woke up from the coma. She smiled. Daniel was Ava’s fiancée, he had been in the train accident that happened five years ago and had been in a coma since.
She looked toward the tracks.
A train arrived.
Ava’s heart skipped a bit.
It was the same black train.
The same one.
But this time, it was different.
The windows reflected the passengers.
The lights inside were warm.
The doors opened.
People stepped off.
Alive.
Real.
Ava watched silently.
Then she saw them.
The six people from the photograph.
They stepped off the train.
Behind them came the little girl and her mother.
The woman who had been trapped inside the machine looked at Ava.
She smiled.
“Thank you.”
Ava frowned.
“For what?”
“For letting us go.”
Ava looked at the train.
“The six of you…”
The woman nodded.
“We were trapped inside the machine just as much as everyone else.”
“And the train?”
The woman looked back at it.
“It was trapped too.”
Ava looked at the black train.
For five years, it had carried the same people toward the same ending.
Over and over.
Never arriving.
Never leaving.
Until now.
Ava looked back at the tracks.
The black train slowly disappeared into the morning light.
For the first time, it wasn’t taking anyone anywhere.
It was simply leaving.
Thank you for reading!!!
Love,
Dupe Abiona
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DATE: July 27, 2026 at 01:14PM
SOURCE: SOCIALPSYCHOLOGY.ORGTITLE: Dreams Aren't Random—Your Brain Is Rewriting Reality
Source: Science Daily - Top Health
Dreams are not random mental noise. A large study of more than 3,700 dream and waking reports found that what we experience during sleep is shaped by both our personalities and the world around us. Rather than simply replaying daily events, the dreaming brain mixes memories, emotions, imagined possibilities, and familiar settings into vivid new scenarios. The findings, based on AI analyses of dream reports, appear in the journal Communications...
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DATE: July 27, 2026 at 01:14PM
SOURCE: SOCIALPSYCHOLOGY.ORGTITLE: Dreams Aren't Random—Your Brain Is Rewriting Reality
Source: Science Daily - Top Health
Dreams are not random mental noise. A large study of more than 3,700 dream and waking reports found that what we experience during sleep is shaped by both our personalities and the world around us. Rather than simply replaying daily events, the dreaming brain mixes memories, emotions, imagined possibilities, and familiar settings into vivid new scenarios. The findings, based on AI analyses of dream reports, appear in the journal Communications...
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The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
The Sodden Astronomer
They say, Do not look at the stars,
or you will step into holes
and sink your shoes in mud.
So you can keep your eyes
fixed on the ground,
safe from puddles,
safe from falling,
and miss the lights
burning above in the dark—
except for a stolen glance,
a hurried sip of heaven.
Or you can throw
caution to the wind,
lift your thirsty face
to those bright jewels
sewn into black velvet,
and stumble on
with wet feet.October 27, 1988 (edited June 2026)
Curridabat, Costa RicaPart of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988
9.927128-84.082012 San Jose, Costa Rica #1988 #astronomyMetaphor #awe #Beauty #blackVelvetSky #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #Courage #CreativeWriting #dreamers #Dreaming #earthAndHeaven #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsForThePoemSoddenAstronomer #Hope #Imagination #jewelsInTheDarkness #lookingUp #mudAndStars #mysticalPoetry #night #NightSky #poeticImage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Risk #SpiritualReflection #stargazing #stars #symbolicPoetry #walkingByFaith #wetFeet #Wonder #wonderAndCaution #Writing -
I seldom remember my dreams, but last night I had one where I was young and at a mixer of some kind and didn't have a wife or a girlfriend or a lover or even a close friend, so I set out to find someone who could be all of those at once because that's what I have now and it's lovely, and a saucy little redhead and I bantered and laughed and connected and ended up in bed and dang! and then the next morning still in my dream I woke up and wondered if she was still on board or would be distant and I gently touched her in a particular place and she opened her eyes and smiled and said, "if you think that was nice, wait til Saturday. I'll have you all day then." And then I woke up i.r.l., remembering my dream clearly.
So I thought you'd all like to know that Dream Me is doing fine and not lonely and has a new friend. Yay Dream Me! You're almost as lucky as Real Me! #dreams #dreaming
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I seldom remember my dreams, but last night I had one where I was young and at a mixer of some kind and didn't have a wife or a girlfriend or a lover or even a close friend, so I set out to find someone who could be all of those at once because that's what I have now and it's lovely, and a saucy little redhead and I bantered and laughed and connected and ended up in bed and dang! and then the next morning still in my dream I woke up and wondered if she was still on board or would be distant and I gently touched her in a particular place and she opened her eyes and smiled and said, "if you think that was nice, wait til Saturday. I'll have you all day then." And then I woke up i.r.l., remembering my dream clearly.
So I thought you'd all like to know that Dream Me is doing fine and not lonely and has a new friend. Yay Dream Me! You're almost as lucky as Real Me! #dreams #dreaming
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SHORT STORY: The Dance of the Lost Souls (part two)
“Mya…”
The whisper drifted through the night once more.
My grandmother.
It had to be.
For years I had longed to hear her voice again. I had replayed memories in my mind, afraid that one day I would forget the way she laughed, the softness of her hands, the way she always called me by the name no one else dared use.
Now, somehow she was calling me.
The music swelled, rising and falling with the wind.
The forest had become a place without life.
Yet I did not feel alone.
I felt watched.
Then I saw it.
A pale mist drifted between the trees as though it already knew where it was going.
I followed.
The trees suddenly gave way to an enormous clearing.
At its centre stood the ancient silk-cotton tree my grandmother had spoken of so many times.
It was larger than any tree I had ever imagined.
Its roots rose from the earth like the backs of sleeping giants, winding around one another until they formed natural arches.
The branches stretched into the sky, disappearing into darkness.
The moonlight shimmered across the fog, creating shapes that appeared and vanished.
Then the shapes became people.
Transparent. Their feet never truly touched the ground.
They glided over the mist in perfect harmony, moving as though one heartbeat guided them all.
Their dance was impossibly beautiful.
For a brief moment, I forgot to be afraid.
The music welcomed me.
Each soul carried an unfinished story.
Lives interrupted.
Promises broken.
Words left unsaid.
I felt every one of them.
Tears rolled down my cheeks without my understanding why.
Then I saw her.
She stood perfectly still while everyone else danced.
She wore a faded blue wrapper embroidered with tiny white flowers.
I knew that wrapper.
“Grandma…”
“My little Mya.”
The sound of my name broke something inside me.
I ran toward her.
My arms passed through her like cold smoke.
I stumbled.
She remained standing exactly where she was, but the dance continued.
The music grew louder.
The souls began moving closer.
Their glowing eyes watched me with desperate hope.
“You should not have come.” Grandma said
“You called me.” I said tear filling my eyes
“No.” She said
“I prayed you wouldn’t even hear them.”
A cold shiver travelled through me.
“The voice you heard…”
“…wasn’t mine.”
The dancers circled us.
Closer.
Closer.
Their movements became faster.
The music deepened.
It no longer sounded beautiful.
It sounded fast paced and had like a screeching sound like discs being merged together.
I tried to step backward.
My feet refused.
The mist wrapped itself around my ankles.
Cold fingers brushed against my skin.
Then more.
Hands.
Dozens of invisible hands.
“I can’t move.”
“I know.” Grandma said
One by one, the dancers reached toward me.
Their fingertips barely grazed my shoulders.
Each touch stole something.
The smell of my mother’s cooking.
Gone.
My father’s laughter.
Gone.
The sound of rain against my apartment window.
Gone.
My first day at school.
Gone.
I gasped.
I couldn’t remember what month it was.
Then…
I couldn’t remember how old I was.
Fear gripped my chest.
Not because of the ghosts.
Because I was disappearing.
The music wrapped around me.
It made me feel
No more pain.
No more loneliness.
No more goodbyes.
Just dance.
Forever.
I looked down.
My feet no longer touched the ground.
I was floating.
The mist curled around my body like a second skin.
Grandma tried to grab me but couldn’t so she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she looked exactly as she had when I was a little girl telling me bedtime stories.
“You still have birthdays left.”
“You still have stories you haven’t written.”
“You still have people waiting for you.”
Tears filled my eyes and I asked “What about you?”
“My story ended long ago my child…”
“…some endings become someone else’s beginning.”
The invisible hands pulled at me harder.
The circle tightened.
The music became deafening. I tried lifting my hands but couldn’t.
Grandma stepped forward and entered the circle.
Every soul stopped dancing.
They turned toward her.
And there was sudden silence.
Then she looked back at me and lifted both my hands.
Though her hands never touched me, I felt my hands go up and warmth explode through my body.
The invisible fingers released me.
The mist tore away from my skin.
The music had faded
“Run.”
“I can’t leave you.”
“You already did.”
“What?”
“The day you chose to keep living.”
The wind roared.
The circle broke.
Something pushed me backward with tremendous force.
I fell.
The clearing blurred.
The tree disappeared.
I felt hands shake my shoulders violently.
I opened my eyes.
My mother knelt beside my bed.
Her face was pale with fear.
“Thank God.”
“You wouldn’t wake up,” my mother whispered.
I sat up slowly.
“I’m fine mum” “I had the strangest dream.” I said
The room spun.
My mum sighed and left.
My memory of the night felt so real but it became hazy, like a fading dream, but one thing remained clear: the dance of souls was real.
We went back to the city after the birthday party. Years passed but I could never forget that night, I had always wished to go back to the village but where was the time.
The dance went on each year, deep in the heart of the forest, but never again did I venture near for I knew now that some things were meant to remain undisturbed, secrets best left unsaid.
Thank you for reading!!!
Love,
Dupe Abiona.
#books #creativeWriting #dreaming #familylove #fiction #fictionalwriting #futuristicnovels #futuristicshortstories #shortnovels #shortstories #shortstory #story -
SHORT STORY: The Dance of the Lost Souls (part two)
“Mya…”
The whisper drifted through the night once more.
My grandmother.
It had to be.
For years I had longed to hear her voice again. I had replayed memories in my mind, afraid that one day I would forget the way she laughed, the softness of her hands, the way she always called me by the name no one else dared use.
Now, somehow she was calling me.
The music swelled, rising and falling with the wind.
The forest had become a place without life.
Yet I did not feel alone.
I felt watched.
Then I saw it.
A pale mist drifted between the trees as though it already knew where it was going.
I followed.
The trees suddenly gave way to an enormous clearing.
At its centre stood the ancient silk-cotton tree my grandmother had spoken of so many times.
It was larger than any tree I had ever imagined.
Its roots rose from the earth like the backs of sleeping giants, winding around one another until they formed natural arches.
The branches stretched into the sky, disappearing into darkness.
The moonlight shimmered across the fog, creating shapes that appeared and vanished.
Then the shapes became people.
Transparent. Their feet never truly touched the ground.
They glided over the mist in perfect harmony, moving as though one heartbeat guided them all.
Their dance was impossibly beautiful.
For a brief moment, I forgot to be afraid.
The music welcomed me.
Each soul carried an unfinished story.
Lives interrupted.
Promises broken.
Words left unsaid.
I felt every one of them.
Tears rolled down my cheeks without my understanding why.
Then I saw her.
She stood perfectly still while everyone else danced.
She wore a faded blue wrapper embroidered with tiny white flowers.
I knew that wrapper.
“Grandma…”
“My little Mya.”
The sound of my name broke something inside me.
I ran toward her.
My arms passed through her like cold smoke.
I stumbled.
She remained standing exactly where she was, but the dance continued.
The music grew louder.
The souls began moving closer.
Their glowing eyes watched me with desperate hope.
“You should not have come.” Grandma said
“You called me.” I said tear filling my eyes
“No.” She said
“I prayed you wouldn’t even hear them.”
A cold shiver travelled through me.
“The voice you heard…”
“…wasn’t mine.”
The dancers circled us.
Closer.
Closer.
Their movements became faster.
The music deepened.
It no longer sounded beautiful.
It sounded fast paced and had like a screeching sound like discs being merged together.
I tried to step backward.
My feet refused.
The mist wrapped itself around my ankles.
Cold fingers brushed against my skin.
Then more.
Hands.
Dozens of invisible hands.
“I can’t move.”
“I know.” Grandma said
One by one, the dancers reached toward me.
Their fingertips barely grazed my shoulders.
Each touch stole something.
The smell of my mother’s cooking.
Gone.
My father’s laughter.
Gone.
The sound of rain against my apartment window.
Gone.
My first day at school.
Gone.
I gasped.
I couldn’t remember what month it was.
Then…
I couldn’t remember how old I was.
Fear gripped my chest.
Not because of the ghosts.
Because I was disappearing.
The music wrapped around me.
It made me feel
No more pain.
No more loneliness.
No more goodbyes.
Just dance.
Forever.
I looked down.
My feet no longer touched the ground.
I was floating.
The mist curled around my body like a second skin.
Grandma tried to grab me but couldn’t so she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she looked exactly as she had when I was a little girl telling me bedtime stories.
“You still have birthdays left.”
“You still have stories you haven’t written.”
“You still have people waiting for you.”
Tears filled my eyes and I asked “What about you?”
“My story ended long ago my child…”
“…some endings become someone else’s beginning.”
The invisible hands pulled at me harder.
The circle tightened.
The music became deafening. I tried lifting my hands but couldn’t.
Grandma stepped forward and entered the circle.
Every soul stopped dancing.
They turned toward her.
And there was sudden silence.
Then she looked back at me and lifted both my hands.
Though her hands never touched me, I felt my hands go up and warmth explode through my body.
The invisible fingers released me.
The mist tore away from my skin.
The music had faded
“Run.”
“I can’t leave you.”
“You already did.”
“What?”
“The day you chose to keep living.”
The wind roared.
The circle broke.
Something pushed me backward with tremendous force.
I fell.
The clearing blurred.
The tree disappeared.
I felt hands shake my shoulders violently.
I opened my eyes.
My mother knelt beside my bed.
Her face was pale with fear.
“Thank God.”
“You wouldn’t wake up,” my mother whispered.
I sat up slowly.
“I’m fine mum” “I had the strangest dream.” I said
The room spun.
My mum sighed and left.
My memory of the night felt so real but it became hazy, like a fading dream, but one thing remained clear: the dance of souls was real.
We went back to the city after the birthday party. Years passed but I could never forget that night, I had always wished to go back to the village but where was the time.
The dance went on each year, deep in the heart of the forest, but never again did I venture near for I knew now that some things were meant to remain undisturbed, secrets best left unsaid.
Thank you for reading!!!
Love,
Dupe Abiona.
#creativeWriting #story #shortstory #shortstories #familylove #books #fiction #fictionalwriting #dreaming #shortnovels #futuristicnovels #futuristicshortstories -
RE: https://writing.exchange/@hiisikoloart/116895027707973085
I am by the way pretty proud of the painted panels in this comic and would really love it if more people would go to see the FREE comic and maybe subscribe to it too. <3
#webcomic #DigitalArt #comic #comics #disability #DisabilityComic #Sleep #Dreams #Dreaming #Nightmare
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RE: https://writing.exchange/@hiisikoloart/116895027707973085
I am by the way pretty proud of the painted panels in this comic and would really love it if more people would go to see the FREE comic and maybe subscribe to it too. <3
#webcomic #DigitalArt #comic #comics #disability #DisabilityComic #Sleep #Dreams #Dreaming #Nightmare
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William Gibson & Bruce Sterling's "The Difference Engine" tempts me to dream that I'm living in an alternative conference universe…
https://www.conferencesthatwork.com/index.php/uncategorized/2010/02/the-difference-engine
#meetings #EventDesign #dreaming #AlternativeWorld #WakingDream #eventprofs
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William Gibson & Bruce Sterling's "The Difference Engine" tempts me to dream that I'm living in an alternative conference universe…
https://www.conferencesthatwork.com/index.php/uncategorized/2010/02/the-difference-engine
#meetings #EventDesign #dreaming #AlternativeWorld #WakingDream #eventprofs
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So there's a theory I've heard that technology doesn't work in dreams. I've had dreams where I've tried to use my phone or laptop and it just does not work.
Has anyone else experienced this in their dreams as well? -
So there's a theory I've heard that technology doesn't work in dreams. I've had dreams where I've tried to use my phone or laptop and it just does not work.
Has anyone else experienced this in their dreams as well? -
I saw very fun dreams about prison break I did with a bunch of Mutants (Magneto-style). Lots of comedic chaos, heartwrenching happenings, and amazing action. Woke up with a pretty good mood because of it, even though body is giving me a fight and taking my meds was hard as I kept having movie-lenght dreams in just 4 minutes...
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I saw very fun dreams about prison break I did with a bunch of Mutants (Magneto-style). Lots of comedic chaos, heartwrenching happenings, and amazing action. Woke up with a pretty good mood because of it, even though body is giving me a fight and taking my meds was hard as I kept having movie-lenght dreams in just 4 minutes...
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A Raised Building And Babysitting And Androids
File:Android.jpgI had more dreams, and there was more to this detailed dream.
But now I can only remember part of the end of the dream.
I was in a fictional city.
Part of this dream took place during the day, and another part took place during the evening and / or night.
I can not remember if it started during the day or not.
But I do know that eventually, this part of the dream took place when it was darker outside.
In a field slightly at the edge of the city was a small tower-like place.
Not exactly a tower or a tree house.
But a building high off the ground with either stairs or a ladder leading up to it.
I possibly had false memories of having visited this place before in the past.
During this dream I possibly visited it on several different days.
I possibly even spent the night there.
My memory is unclear, but at some point I met a woman and a man with light-color skin.
They showed up at the building.
They were either divorced or they were a couple who had broken up.
But they had one or two children.
They would visit this place too sometimes.
Probably separately, but they probably happened to visit at the same time by chance.
Eventually they wanted me to babysit their kid or kids.
So I did and then left to where the woman worked to return her children.
I can not remember if this place had a secret passage that led to the business she worked at or not.
I just know that I entered an area where I was not supposed to be.
Most of her coworkers were androids.
I had to sneak around and pretend to be an android until I reached the areas open to customers.
But right before I reached this area.
Something else or someone else triggered an alarm.
So the androids went around looking for the threat.
I stood still on an upper area above the customer areas.
Until there was a chance for me to climb down and blend in with the customers.
The woman’s ex-husband or ex-boyfriend showed up.
He did not want to take the children with him.
So we waited for the woman.
The three of us started talking.
I handed off their children to them.
Then I woke up.
The end,
- John Jr
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A Raised Building And Babysitting And Androids
File:Android.jpgI had more dreams, and there was more to this detailed dream.
But now I can only remember part of the end of the dream.
I was in a fictional city.
Part of this dream took place during the day, and another part took place during the evening and / or night.
I can not remember if it started during the day or not.
But I do know that eventually, this part of the dream took place when it was darker outside.
In a field slightly at the edge of the city was a small tower-like place.
Not exactly a tower or a tree house.
But a building high off the ground with either stairs or a ladder leading up to it.
I possibly had false memories of having visited this place before in the past.
During this dream I possibly visited it on several different days.
I possibly even spent the night there.
My memory is unclear, but at some point I met a woman and a man with light-color skin.
They showed up at the building.
They were either divorced or they were a couple who had broken up.
But they had one or two children.
They would visit this place too sometimes.
Probably separately, but they probably happened to visit at the same time by chance.
Eventually they wanted me to babysit their kid or kids.
So I did and then left to where the woman worked to return her children.
I can not remember if this place had a secret passage that led to the business she worked at or not.
I just know that I entered an area where I was not supposed to be.
Most of her coworkers were androids.
I had to sneak around and pretend to be an android until I reached the areas open to customers.
But right before I reached this area.
Something else or someone else triggered an alarm.
So the androids went around looking for the threat.
I stood still on an upper area above the customer areas.
Until there was a chance for me to climb down and blend in with the customers.
The woman’s ex-husband or ex-boyfriend showed up.
He did not want to take the children with him.
So we waited for the woman.
The three of us started talking.
I handed off their children to them.
Then I woke up.
The end,
- John Jr
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The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (1797–9) by Francisco de Goya.
Source: Rijksmuseum
Available to buy as a print.
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/04c9bc1e-948b-4c39-8c30-970f8f820e66
#dreaming #satire #wings #societies #dreams #proverbs #spain #sleeping #owls #art #publicdomain
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The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (1797–9) by Francisco de Goya.
Source: Rijksmuseum
Available to buy as a print.
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/04c9bc1e-948b-4c39-8c30-970f8f820e66
#dreaming #satire #wings #societies #dreams #proverbs #spain #sleeping #owls #art #publicdomain
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I told myself in my dream to remember the story (in my dream) so I could write it down when I woke up, but then I totally forgot... dang, it was a good story too.
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I told myself in my dream to remember the story (in my dream) so I could write it down when I woke up, but then I totally forgot... dang, it was a good story too.
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OpenAI、「ChatGPT」の“記憶”システムを刷新。時間の概念をもつ「Dreaming V3」を展開／計算コストは約1/5、「Free」「Go」プランへの展開も
https://forest.watch.impress.co.jp/docs/news/2114686.html#forest_watch_impress #メモリ #OpenAI #ChatGPT #Dreaming #genai #GPT #文章生成
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OpenAI integriert mit »Dreaming« ein automatisiertes Gedächtnissystem in ChatGPT, das Informationen chatübergreifend verknüpft.
Das Modell erkennt zeitliche Abläufe, stuft Ereignisse eigenständig ab und reduziert den Rechenaufwand um den Faktor fünf. Nutzer können Einträge über eine Übersichtsseite löschen oder das System vollständig deaktivieren.
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OpenAI integriert mit »Dreaming« ein automatisiertes Gedächtnissystem in ChatGPT, das Informationen chatübergreifend verknüpft.
Das Modell erkennt zeitliche Abläufe, stuft Ereignisse eigenständig ab und reduziert den Rechenaufwand um den Faktor fünf. Nutzer können Einträge über eine Übersichtsseite löschen oder das System vollständig deaktivieren.
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OpenAI says ChatGPT is now ‘dreaming’ about you and that sounds creepy
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://nerds.xyz/2026/06/openai-chatgpt-dreaming-memory/
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OpenAI says ChatGPT is now ‘dreaming’ about you and that sounds creepy
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://nerds.xyz/2026/06/openai-chatgpt-dreaming-memory/
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Friend: I dreamt that I was at work and did a whole shift in my sleep.
Me: Same bro.
