I wonder if it would be strange to dream of an android's most famous dream content? To dream that the sheep so neatly jumping over the fence are only doing so because they are programmed that way? Like robotic cotton balls they keep coming... ceaseless energy until I, myself, am too tired to continue viewing the scene. There they remain in my subconcious like quantum cats - until I dream again no one knows what is happening to them.Do we, by that logic, all cease to exist when we are not regarded or remembered? Is it what drives us? Or what controls our very being?
