I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, in the middle of an interesting dream. I was in Nairobi and had to wait in line to get into a museum, where there was an exhibit of elaborately decorated wooden pens - some just nicely turned cylinders of exotic woods, some elaborately carved. Then I went into the courtyard where there was a traditional Shona dance (rather out of place, as that’s one of the major ethnic groups of Zimbabwe). It included women chanting a lullaby in Hebrew ( also out of place). Just before I woke up, I started to panic about getting malaria because I had left on the trip in a hurry and not gotten a prescription for anti-malarial drugs.
It is a good thing I don’t attach much psychological importance to dreams.
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