Recently I dreamnt -
I'm standing between slim boxy off-white pedestals with glass-tops like you see at museums as artifact cases, in a bare-ish space with highly-varnished light wood floors, and there's different ceramic and indistinct things inside of all them in that row of museum cases where I'm standing in between two of them with an off-white wall in back of me, and standing in front of me is this (short) (slim) (short-haired) (ashy-brown) woman who looks (Ethiopian) or (vaguely Caribbean) and who is in her (late 30s) and looks good for her age but who also looks older from her eyes and presence and also this like deep and unspoken intelligence that's the core of her character, and I know that she is the woman who deciphered the Indus Valley script from reading a five-character sequence as VOVEA through realizing that an old ethnonym became a later regional name for generic enemies, and I'm suggesting to her that maybe she should start working on Linear A, and you can tell from the look in her eyes that she's interested and might start and there's even a small chance that she may in fact have already started, but she is not saying anything either way...
And then I wake up.
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(. . .)
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