Woke up from a weird dream this morning. At one point, a turkey (who, according to the voiceover narration of Mark Cousins, was a globally famous star of silent cinema) started trying to eat my shoe. Another significant part I remember about it was the plot twist that the air vent in the hotel room’s bathroom was a portal to another dimension and that apparently the key to understanding the dream was to be aware that every time I was in the bathroom, it was a different me.
They also supplied a solid brekky