Last night dreamt I was an ethereal figure in the middle a living room full of bearded Jewish men. They wore clothing circa 1930's/1940's but their facial hair was oddly trimmed in modern fashion. What were we all doing? What else - discussing/debating Torah!
It was a spirited talk, punctuated with smiles and laughter. (The corners of their eyes crinkled every time they chuckled. Given the deep crows feet, they seemed to laugh a lot.) Were they Conservative, Orthodox? Were they even rabbis? Don't know. Whoever they were, they did not seem to mind that a woman with light emanating from her every pore standing there, adding her opinion. As long as I was adding my opinion, they were chill.
They say we'll know how far we've come in learning a new language when we start to dream in that new tongue. I'm not sure how much that does or doesn't apply here, but it was still a nice dream to have had, all the same.
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