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Had a rather odd dream last night which contributed a bit to my not sleeping well. I was walking down a street and saw Warren Buffet selling Minute Maid orange juice at a kid-style stand with kid-style hand-lettered sign. Apparently this was a Buffet -> Berkshire Hathaway -> Coca-Cola -> Minute Maid connection, a sign of my subtlety even in repose, or just a coincidence. I believe I declined to purchase a plastic tumblerful thereof and continued on into a mall, a cross between Georges Pompidou and Union Station in DC.

Where I was given quite a few Stern Looks, because it was Yom Kippur, and I was not behaving appropriately. However, apparently on Dream Yom Kippur, it is acceptable to use escalators in malls, as long as you turn around and sit on the escalator instead of standing.

Now you know. That is, you know that Honey Mustard and Onion Pretzels and grape tomatoes are not things you should eat just before retiring. Even with a Pepcid brand after dinner mint.

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