There is a very real and obvious disconnect between my dreams and my day to day existence. In my dreams there are a lot of big cheeses, people whom society might consider important.

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In reality I am not in contact with any of these, nor any august institutions nor Buddhist temples. It has been a very long time since Charles and Camilla invited me round for a garden party.

Viewed from one angle there is a major non sequitur between my dream life and DIY reality.  I don’t hang out with anyone except the wife.

I don’t really have any sensible explanation for why I should be dreaming of big cheeses in my dreams. I have not met anyone who is even a small to moderate size cheese for a long time, two decades.

So there is a good question:

Pourquoi les grands fromages ?

To which I have no answer…