Music and Veganism

Last night (or early this morning) I had a snippet of a dream that included a man sitting in a lawnchair next to his wife, moaning, “Maman, maman (the affectionate term for ‘mother’ in French, similar to our ‘mom’ or ‘mama’),” over and over again, like he was mourning his mother who had died.  Or that’s how I interpreted it in the dream.  But after a moment or two, it seemed to go on too long and I also thought it was odd how consistent it was rhythmically.  So I thought, “Wait.  Is this a dream, maybe?” and I forced myself to wake up.

And when I woke up, I discovered it was just Phil snoring.  But I swear it sound like ‘maman’.