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This morning I had a dream about a snack called sulaki-mulaki. It consisted of crunchy black pieces, with texture a bit like charcoal left over after a fire. I had eaten a couple of pieces when I discovered the nature of this food: it was the bodies of dried birds, and they crunched because of bird bones and also twigs. In most cases the pieces were just shapeless lumps of crunchy black material, but in a few a bird tail or a bird paw were visible.

On the other hand, last night, I had a daydream-turned-dream about Fionn making friends with a french mole who lived under a vast green field. The mole wore a beret, and had a secret screening room underneath the field. The mole and Fionn watched Brothers Lumiere films together there.