Finally gotten around to reading American Prometheus (BRILLIANT) and dunno if it’s weird timing, astral alignments or psychotropic mold in her oatmeal but for the last three nights YT’s dreamt of Oppenheimer.
Dream 1 - I’m his widow, bawling my eyes out, sitting next to Einstein’s daughter at Oppie’s memorial service.
Dream 2 - I’m in his sailboat, Tri-methy, and we tip, then something I can’t remember what.
Dream 3 - I’m panicking in a smoke filled room as the temperature rises and Robert won’t stop talking about how he once tried to kill me with a cyanide laced apple.
And yet, during the daylight hours YT has a powerful posthumous crush on the man. POWERFUL.

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