I had a terrible fever and was stricken ill for a few days. I dreamt that it was the 1980s, and that the government constructed a machine that records all information. It recorded every book and conversation, and even read journals and diaries in order to construct history as delicately as possible.
The strangest part was that the machine itself looked kind of like how you would imagine a strong wind. Almost like strands of web spinning around, whirling through windows and doorways, indoors and out. It zoomed around the earth, recording everything. You can easily look up any information by simply gazing into the strands and reading or listening. You could look up any person’s history, their family, and watch any moment from their life. It was kind of like the internet.