Dreamed that the cloud had become sentient and hungry, and was optimizing handhelds to attract and lock people into their gravity. The moment anyone grabs a device, they quickly lose all presence and vitality. It was trapping the teenagers of the camp I was staffing. They become terminals, assets to the cloud in droves. Grabbing one, I could feel myself losing my perception until I stirred and dropped the phone. I resolved then to find enough flip-phones that I could substitute and break people from their chains. Whatever saves peoples minds and brings them back from the brink.
Yeah, dreams are dumb. I hate talking about them, because frequently they’re just random nonsense that means nothing to anyone. But sometimes they do shine a light on fears in the undercurrent.