The night before last. It had nothing to do with Martin Luther King. I thought of making perfumes based on professions or careers. For example, Mail Carrier would be a light, sporty, crisp scent; Lumberjack would smell of open air and pine forests; Chef would be warm and comforting, and a little spicy. What the hell would Farmer smell like?
As usual, my hands and feet have been freezing. FREEZING! Fasting always brings on dreams which are more vivid than usual for me. Last night, I dreamt I was reptilian, and THAT was why my appendages would freeze one minute, then warm up when I crawled into a warm bed. It was like an old Ray Bradbury short story where I didn't even realize I had made the transition to lizard.
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