the ground is real.
Dreams and Nightmares and the Epigenetics of Taste [RECIPE]
I told this to my wife recently:
In the last decade, I’ve had a recurring dream that I’m in a dark, tight space; I’m standing and then I’m kneeling. I use my nails to scratch the dirt walls on either side of me, but it is so cold that I lose the feeling in my hands. In the dream, I hear distant thunder, and time cascades for…
