Last night, I dreamt I invented two levers.
- One answers questions.
- The other asks them.
You only got to pick one lever, per topic, and only got to pull it once.
I spent the rest of the night dreaming something, then bringing that portion of the dream -- which looked like an aerial view of greenlands, with lakes and streams and roads as seen from above at dusk, all midnight-blue, purply, dotted with yellow lights, with the irregular contours of a county -- to the levers, picking Answer or Question, and receiving the result.
It was surprising how useful a question was.
It was surprising how hard it was to choose. Because, of course, I ALWAYS wanted the answer. It was like Door A and Door Who Knows What The Hell Is Behind This One. And, these were real answers.
I was busy for two hours. I resolved lots of big stuff, and woke up peaceful.
Just before waking, my conscious mind started inserting questions. These clogged up the machinery. They were flat, and not dimensional or whole. The machine was built for whole things.
