The last bit of this dream was just those last two alternating scenes before somehow segueing into a good five minutes of me trying to remember the word "rugelach" and imagining myself texting Rich to ask "what's the name of that kosher fruit cookie that starts with either an 's' or a 'ch' sound?" In the dream I kept saying "Schenectady" and "hamentashen" and then chastising myself, annoyed, because those weren't the right word.
*nods with sympathy* I always have problems with how to spell "tchotchke". Yiddish is difficult.
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*nods with sympathy* I always have problems with how to spell "tchotchke". Yiddish is difficult.