Two interconnected dreams. Thomas was explaining to me a book he was writing, debunking several theorists. He was going to do Foucault, but not Derrida, because Derrida was "self-refuting" anyway.
A woman was teaching me various intricate rhythms. One was called be-thalymidian or something and was played using an instrument of the same name of the size and shape of a pencil. I struggled to remember the spelling of the word as I was waking, so I could look it up and see if it was real.
Somehow, the instruction I was receiving from these two people was mutually complementary. I needed to learn both things at once.
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