I was watching a musical number involving five Steve Martins and five Richard Pryors. They were all smiling and wearing nothing but powder-blue bathing suits, and doing a slow routine involving five trampolines. They hadn't started jumping on them yet, they were just walking around them, with the Martins and Pryors slowly swapping around to a doo-wop soundtrack. Either the trampolines were standing on their edges, or they were suspended above each other in a row with the camera looking down on the stack, and the Martins and Pryors were moving around them in zero gee, I'm not sure.
This was a metaphorical demonstration of how a truly stable consciousness could not be achieved except by a union of two minds that had been at all five levels – biological, software, and I have no idea what the other three levels were any more. Group minds? I dunno.
Before that, the Steve Martins and Richard Pryors had been a dragon and a raven who were married. I think. Man this was a weird dream.
The musical number got more complex when there were people sitting in folding chairs with the Martins and Pryors weaving around them. Then a woman near one of the further-away Martins looked down at his trunks, and snickered; he cracked a joke that I couldn't hear and started laughing. Then I woke up.
It's 5AM so I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep.