I already don’t remember what this means, but: there’s a peanut butter garlic taste test. Still have the taste in my mouth as I realize, in the shop, there’s some quandary with causality. Either I have passed a message to myself, or my friend/spaceship passes a message to me — before it’s written. This feels like being in a conspiracy, but also there is camaraderie of shared knowledge with the store manager that others don’t know.
Sometime after, I pursue an insistent inquiry trying to determine when the last “pure era” was of the prophetic temple (I have been researching the temple at Delphi a lot the past 2 days). I weigh monetary influence, the priestess’ age, structure of the prophecies (poetry vs prose), outside influences, actual effects. This is an intriguing like of questioning and really goes with what I’ve been pursuing while awake.