I bike to the health clinic, but I'm told "No, no, you made a mistake. Your appointment's really at an annex across town." "Where, exactly?"

They won't say--just leave me in a nook showing a video loop. Each scene shows a different tired, busy cook who drops a thumb-size chunk of bread while slicing. It falls onto a... map? No, a map-size city! With ant-size people. Or else they're normal and the cook's Godzilla.

Then a sous-chef, a middle-aged woman big as the chef, comes in and chops mushrooms. Drops a few slices. To the city below, mushrooms and breadcrumbs look big as cars. The tiny folk saw up their foodfall into micro-crumbs small enough for an ant-size meal.Trucks distribute the foodfall across town...

Half a dozen more scenes, some about the cooks--famous actors, none of whom attract or interest me in these roles--they work hard to look hot tired and ratty--and about half on the food-distribution in Ant Town.

One cook drops a donut big as a bus. It breaks on impact, yet the shards don't smash buildings. So I suspect the cooks are normal and the city's small.

Even if I find that cross-town annex, I don't think I'll fit in.

• Appointment moved: real, except my health plan shunted me between three addresses! And then told me, at the third, after an hour of runaround, that I was an hour late, so go home and reschedule. Misled me at every stage--wasted my day. But Kaiser-Permanente saved money--on its constantly crashing website, and on its underpaid, undertrained staff. Yet by the ratings, most plans are even worse.
• Baked goods fall: when I get up from writing the dream, I find half a breadloaf in the compost bin. Guess my housemate hated it. A waste, but I can't eat it--severe gluten intolerance. To me, it's not food. Poison bait.
• Absurdities of scale: I'm reading Kimberley Lemming's I Got Kidnapped By Aliens and Now I'm Trapped in a Rom-Com, with a talking lion, two satyrs who insist they're our abductee's co-husbands, flying saucers full of owls (who are grad students) and a lotta dinosaurs next to Ice Age and modern mammals, thanks to incompetent terraformers.
• The Big Donut: Kimberley Lemming's world-built-by-alien-idiots has one mountain range our saucer-abductee dubs the Frosted Donuts. (She was hungry.) (That's how she spelled doughnut, so I'm honoring Hoary Literary Tradition. Hoary=frosty=sugarcoated. Get it? So subtle!)
• What's it all mean? No mystery. I have it rubbed in my face daily that we're all living off (toxic) crumbs dropped by plutocrats who'd just as soon step on us vermin. And maybe you've been eatin' the big boys' crumbs too. Rather than starve. But scavenging doth not a society make.

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