After finishing the long hard ADA courseware slog with quality at end of May, I’ve been deliberately decompressing. Letting new thoughts or possible projects form, not starting anything specific. New thoughts seem to be turning toward math, not settled yet.
Decompressing always stirs up fancy dreams with plots and characters that I couldn’t possibly imagine in waketime.
Tonight’s dream was especially pointed.
I decided to attend a church, hoping that it might provide connection instead of the usual contempt. At the entrance I had to get through a line of cashiers with cash registers. After passing the security check, I was in a swimming pool with another man and a shark. The shark was going to eat one of us, and we had to fight or strategize to see who would be eaten first.
Well, church hasn’t improved.
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