My dreams last night were a weird hodge-podge.
But the Cellar one was mostly Gregg/ Glatt/ Glenn/ Griff being mean to me. I know those are not all Dwellars IRL. They were in my dream, and they shifted about.
I was with Limey initially, on a trip to North Korea (DPRK at least is directly related to the Cronenberg novel I was reading) and we were discussing whether spiders were kosher and/ or suitable for a diabetic diet. I can't remember which of the Limeys was Jewish, but it was a definite thing - they had a kitchen extension built just to prepare food for their cats.
I couldn't keep all the trip details straight in my head but was trying to write it up as a travelogue here.
The interchangeable Gs accused me of lazy journalism, racism, regurgitating old posts and all sorts.
It's a classic early morning lucid(ish) dream. No deep meaning, just brain farts.
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