Despite my nasty response to this crap about niceness, the basic point must have soaked in. After spitting out the nastiness I laid down for the second segment of sleep, and received a dream about conversation over coffee at Denny’s. At the end of the conversation I said “Thanks, that was fun!” and shook the guy’s hand.
Then the standard-equipment dream took over. I couldn’t find my way out of Denny’s, had to climb and jump across several steep eroded obstacles**, and finally missed the bus that would take me home. Strictly normal.
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** I’m wondering if these steep eroded obstacles are the eroding gyri and sulci of my aging cortex. They look suspiciously similar.
Polistra's Mill 