The Fam
So I decided to have a no-SNS stint, as I do. Mental health demands. Meaning I logged out from all my Mastodon accounts and Bsky one. But I already miss my Fam (I am terminally addicted to this instance).
So I dreamt I was in the Commune, a gigantic house with several sub-homes, cooking with two of them while the others were in the big communal dinning room eating dinner and making too much noise. Cooking and drinking wine.