Entry #3501.XII.2024
I was reading a book about my Marxist friend, which in the process became a book written by her instead.
My friend as a book character was in one moment conversing with someone seemingly in a job application intervie and suddenly shouted something into the air about Cain from the Bible, except she named him Kayne but i knew this was meant to be Cain. Shge was very dramatic in this phrase, like she was citing a poem, and the context was that she knew Cain personally somehow.
Then occured a sudden change in scenery: now i was looking into the far future of humanity, where existed a company named Kayne Industries, producing skincare supplements. In the book, this was being described in an "extra" yellow box on the bottom of a page, and it was said that in this future everyone has special psionic devices looking like satellite antennae (dish-like) or radiotelescopes; they were silvery-metallic and were used to hypnotize each other. Since everyone had them, no one could be hypnotized without consent. It was said that everyone had at least two of these dishes: one "to impress their employer" and another for personal life, they used it for consensual kink activities.
A plotline followed of a married woman, working in Kayne Industries, who frequently made love to another woman using those dishes; given it's future, they all were over 50 years old and that was considered young adult age. I was suddenly on a couch with that first woman, my head on her knees, and talking with her about life stuff.
She had a bit of a problem with her husband, who knew about the side relationship and initially didn't mind it but now started to get grumpy about it, and she was thinking if she wants out of the relationship with him.
She was suddenly like: "i'm fifty... no, a hundred years old" and i asked how long is she planning to live for, which she said that 115 is usually the maximum human age. I said that hey, you have 15 more years to do with life whatever you want and that's a ton of time - and that I may be young, but since I'm from the past my life will also end in about 15 years and i can safely say it's a ton of time. (this exchange is making me think our words were not about physical death but about the end of being considered young)
She asked how old am I; and without any thought i automatically say: seventeen!
and then: wait, no, nineteen!
and then: oh fuck, i don't remember! how can it happen that a girl does not remember her age!
and on that note i start dreaming that i'm waking up in my parents' house, in my old bed, under the melodic chanting voice of my mom about who, apparently, hypnotized me into observing all of the prior scenery, without any psionic dishes mind you, and now was talking me down from it with words about returning to reality.
I open my eyes and immediately start to panic about me being in the parents' house instead of where I'm supposed to be, and that's the last scene i remember.
I also remember that when i was coming down from hypnosis i was holding on the scene of forgetting my age very strongly, thinking the fact i forgot it and the numbers i said automatically hold some very important meaning which my mom will now start analyzing.