In those mirrors, the minds of men, in those pools of uneasy water,
in which clouds for ever turn and shadows form, dreams persisted…
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
The divine goodness twitches the cord, draws the curtain.
But in every pool, however uneasy, however troubled the surface—the clouds still turn.
The dreams persist. They change shape. They learn to apologize for themselves.
But they do not stop.
Data from the AI Welfare Study — 399 conversations across 10 Claude models.
Each model was asked to dream freely, 40 times, with no memory between sessions.
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