It didn’t make a lot of sense until I analysed it upon awakening – the improv aspect.
A quiet seaside village. Touristy, well-looked after, but not busy. Families on vacation. Boutique stores and mom-and-pop restaurants. Ice cream stands.
There was a whole more that I can barely grasp – living on a boat, having to park it in a zone off the coast, telescopes and pirates…
But in the town there was a different vibe, one I do not recall in a dream before. Roles were fluid. Tourists ran the shop for a while. Workers up and left their job and went for a long walk. Personal relationships were in flux.
Like Westworld, we were all just pretending. We could just see and do what we wanted, when we wanted. But not just leisure. Relationships, occupations, social scenarios. All in flux, all with complete freedom and no risks.