After watching the tech-carnival Dreamforce unfold all week, we began to wonder what the world could look like if all of the plans at Dreamforce actually shaped our world. This is what we came up with:

We wake in the morning. It may be from an alarm on our Puls, or it may be that technologies have allowed us to use our Pono as an alarm, we’re not sure. Whatever the case, the morning starts with music. We reach for our mobile device—but it’s not in our bedroom! If it was, Arianna Huffington wouldn’t approve, and frankly, we want her approval. We launch the Salesforce Wave to check in on our business—we see, large-scale, what’s working and what isn’t. We find a problem in a particular market, but not to worry. We pinpoint the problem area, hop on Chatter, and assign the problem a team-member who uses Wave to investigate further. Problem solved.

We walk into the living room and turn on our lights; they take a minute to come on—they’re solar, after all—but soon we’re bathed in the warm glow of renewable energy. We walk into our child’s room, and he or she is completing their coding homework before school. “You should have done that last night” we say, and they just smile. “I had robotics club until late; you should see this thing we’re building” they say, and how can you blame them for following their interests? You say “hurry up, we’re going to be late,” and before we know it, we’re both sitting in your car.

We flick the switch to ethanol—after all, gas prices are really high (like, European high!), and now that gas stations sell Ethanol, it’s not a big deal. We drive down the street, and everyone looks happy. Some people are having coffee, some are working out, lost in streams of music and contentment. After dropping our child off at school, We decide to work out. After all, healthy mind, healthy body, right? We used to worry about working out, not knowing if our tech reliably counted our steps, our calories, whatever, but we don’t worry anymore. Our shoes let us know, our accessories. We quickly get lost in a collection we’ve called “Workout Mix” and before long, we’ve worked up a good sweat, and we’re ready to go to work. We ask Aneeda, our digital assistant, “How do I feel today?” “You seem happy,” she replies before mentioning that we have a meeting to attend in 30 minutes. “No problem” we think, heading toward the office.

On the way in, we glance at the visuals on our dashboard. We know our division is growing, that customers are engaged, and that our only tripping point is a particular market. But we also know we have our top player on it, and that the issue will soon be resolved. We get pinged that steps have been taken, that the market will turn around due to X and Y steps. We feel good.

After our presentation, there are handshakes all around. The CEO approaches us, says “Can I talk to you in private,” leads us into her office. “Let’s meditate for a few minutes,” she says. It’s always nice to meditate with the boss, or at all. We get a chance to center ourselves, to focus for a minute on the present, and to let the stress of our days wash away. We feel centered, we have lunch, we move on with our day.

After work, we volunteer at a soup kitchen, but we’re needed at a new one. We don’t know where it is, and are running late. “How do I feel, Aneeda,” we ask. “You’re stressed,” she says. We ask for a map, to call the kitchen and let them know we’re running behind, and for our “Relax” music collection. Everything feels better. We feed the less fortunate and meet a particular child that stands out. “I’d like to invest in him” we think, and we take him aside, recommending our company’s outreach coding program. He’s excited, we’re excited, and we make a plan to see him again tomorrow to make sure he feels supported.

Our spouse has picked up our child, and we have dinner. A bit more work on our device, and it’s time for “our time.” We pull out our Pono, our spouse and us, and listen to Neil Young’s album “Harvest.” It’s like he’s here with us, and as we drain our glasses of red wine, we look into each others’ eyes feeling like our lives are powered by the force of a dream.

 

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