Was it bright like God or ace-black spades?

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I dreamed of a challah full of blood. Not as in blood libel; I tore off a piece to eat and the blood welled out of it as though it were live and bleeding. It was a profoundly upsetting image and the last thing I remembered before waking, which I did not appreciate. I think before then I was dreaming of some long-running popular series with a love triangle between two men and one woman that suddenly resolved with the introduction of a female love interest who wiped the field with both men by simply showing up, at which point I became interested in watching the thing, which in the way of dreams seemed to exist somewhere between webcomics and TV, and was feeling daunted by the decades of back catalogue.

I like both of these poems by Joshua Sassoon Orol: "Hatshepsut's Beard" and "Aleph Pattern."

Courtesy of legionseagle: the real Sally Bowles, who I did not realize was either a reporter and political activist or the mother of a writer I like. "You want to talk to my mother about sex? She wants to talk to you about politics."

Last night's birthday observed for choco_frosh was small but really nice, including pumpkin cake and discussions of the Burgess Shale, modern virology, and the one-man dumpster fire AU that is Aaron Burr. I am preparing to leave the house for apple-picking. I have not gone in decades. I'm looking forward.

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I hope things got better from there.

Thank you! They did, fortunately. It was just the kind of dream you wake up wanting to wipe off.