I dreamed I was back in Huntsville to take care of some mundane business and saw everybody I’ve known. And no one recognized me.
Not sure if it was because I had wildly overestimated how much people would remember me …
… or if I was literally no longer recognizable, and had morphed into a different appearance from living up in the hills. Like I had acquired the Appalachian equivalent of Lovecraft’s “Innsmouth look.”
In any case I need to watch what I eat before going to bed.
Oh, and as always,
#RESIST.