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I had an interesting dream last night. I was walking on a beach that doesn't exist in real life where it was in the dream, and suddenly I came upon a pile of black rocks. Except they weren't black rocks. They were Buddhist carvings in onyx, and every single one of them was cracked, or had a leg broken off, or had something else wrong with it. Somebody I was with (I have no idea who it was) wanted to take one, but suddenly the carver (in full Japanese court dress) appeared and said "Absolutely not, leave them there." So we did, but we were allowed to pick them all up and look at them. At the bottom of the pile there was a brass bell half-buried in the sand, so I dug it out and rang it.

And then suddenly I was somewhere else, with a completely different set of people, trying to figure out what to do about the waterfall of ants pouring out of the freezer.