I dreamed that the human body did not actually need food to survive. Calories were an extraordinarily addictive drug that every human on earth was helplessly addicted to. The physical sensation of hunger and death by starvation were actually just symptoms of the withdrawal from this drug, which is too intense for most humans to live through.
The addiction begins in the womb, with the food consumption of the mother. If a person could be found who could survive the extreme withdrawal process, that person would no longer need to eat. A new race of people free from caloric addiction could be bred.
My other dream last night took place in the year 2341. Science has perfected a serum that, when injected intravenously, made the recipient immortal. They could still be killed, but they would no longer age, and would be immune to almost all disease.
The government decided that this serum could not be given to the general public because the population would grow exponentially. No one would die, but the birth rate would remain the same. This would probably lead to the end of the human race.
But it would be a shame to never use this serum. Imagine if they could have given this serum to Mozart, or Da Vinci. They could have gone on creating forever. We must preserve our geniuses, the government decided.
So immortality was given as a prize to those who earned it. It was like the Noble Prize, and they called it The Eternal Creation. It was given to those whom the Immortal Committee deemed the finest artists, and scientists etc.
It was a desperate and viciously competitive award. It led to much plagiarism, and murder.
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