Dreamt I was in a homogenizing environment. Anyone that entered it would lose their sense of self and their free will. They would become drones of the environment and never leave.
It tried to assimilate me via music. I played a recorder in the park and it tried to lead me in song. When I caught myself falling asleep but still playing I realized what it was and what it was doing.
I changed the song I played. It followed my change, then tried to preempt it to lead me again. I changed again, and again, and again.
Each change I made not only released me but would start to release those near me. Full lucidity kicked in and I wondered what was I supposed to be seeing here.
I realized I was “singing the song of my reality” and saw the lesson. If I live by other’s dictates, I don’t live. I have to sing my song, live my life. The advantage I have is being aware of the score.
There’s always room to improvise.
Right, Magician?