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Hmm, an infestation of bugs, eh? Interesting word choice: "infestation". I wonder what THAT could mean. I once got an "infestation" of crabs from a nameless chick at a party in 1973. Quell (trademark name) got rid of 'em, kinda' burned though.
I dreamed last night that my wife and our daughter (in reality, we have no daughter) were subjects in some sort of memory experiment in which they would be separated, taken to two different locations, and then told to find their ways back to me. The tough part was that I, too, would be moved elsewhere and they had to "sense" where I was.
As had occurred in previous dreams, part of my wanderings (to find them) included the crossing of the Bay Bridge on foot (not truly possible). The bridge was much higher than it really is. And there were huge waves crashing against its pylons (being within the San Francisco Bay, there are no large waves, in reality). Then I found myself lost in a city that was subtly different from the one I've known all of my life. Which way to go?
Then I awoke.
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