I had this dream that a young man had died but fortunately, you could be cloned on the event of your death. Everyone had been told that the new clone would take some time to adjust and memories to awaken, but after some initial tests I was sent home.
The family saw me as their son, but my memories were not coming as easily as I was told they would. The young man had set traps, clearly “he” didnt trust “Me”. If i tried to turn on “my” computer it would ask for a password, then fake format itself if I didnt get the sequence right. I saw “I” had a apple watch, but when I asked about “My” phone I got given an old qwerty nokia that was locked. Asking pop culture questions I’m told I should know, but I didn’t. Math ciphers I’m told “I” used to love that meant nothing to me.
I couldn’t get on an unrestricted device to access the internet to research myself or who I was supposed to be. “My” siblings were growing suspicious (who look exactly like MY real life sibling), but “his” parents accepted me regardless. But all the while a name is ringing in my head. My name. And its becoming increasingly apparent throughout this whole ordeal that they’ve given this poor family a body with the wrong mind in it, MY mind.
And man, I would totally read that book or watch that TV show. Whole thing preys on this desire for a new beginning, but when I woke up I’ve never been so happy to be me! 10/10 dream, well done subconscious.
I had this dream that a young man had died but fortunately, you could be cloned on the event of your death. Everyone had been told that the new clone would take some time to adjust and memories to awaken, but after some initial tests I was sent home.
The family saw me as their son, but my memories were not coming as easily as I was told they would. The young man had set traps, clearly “he” didnt trust “Me”. If i tried to turn on “my” computer it would ask for a password, then fake format itself if I didnt get the sequence right. I saw “I” had a apple watch, but when I asked about “My” phone I got given an old qwerty nokia that was locked. Asking pop culture questions I’m told I should know, but I didn’t. Math ciphers I’m told “I” used to love that meant nothing to me.
I couldn’t get on an unrestricted device to access the internet to research myself or who I was supposed to be. “My” siblings were growing suspicious (who look exactly like MY real life sibling), but “his” parents accepted me regardless. But all the while a name is ringing in my head. My name. And its becoming increasingly apparent throughout this whole ordeal that they’ve given this poor family a body with the wrong mind in it, MY mind.
And man, I would totally read that book or watch that TV show. Whole thing preys on this desire for a new beginning, but when I woke up I’ve never been so happy to be me! 10/10 dream, well done subconscious.
That’s a fascinating dream. I would read that story if you published it.