Hello. Good-bye. Shoot this man.

I dreamt that my wife bought me breakfast -- an ice-cream come, which I ate very slowly because it was a special kind of ice cream that wouldn't melt. After finishing it, I decided I would go out right away to the same shop she bought it from and get some more breakfast.

Although my understanding was that it was a new breakfast shop I'd never been to, when I arrived I felt a very strong sense of déjà vu. I was sure I had been there before, but I couldn't remember when.

The menu was on the interior walls -- on all the interior walls. The walls were blue and were printed all over with white text, the density of which suggested Dr. Bronner's soap labels or the All Diseases Are Created With Computer truck.

In order to see all the menu options, you basically had to walk through the whole restaurant as if it were an art gallery and read everything that was printed on all the walls. There were some photographs in addition to the text, which made it a little easier to navigate. The text was mostly English but also included some Chinese.

One of the items on the menu was illustrated with a photo of what was obviously a box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes, with the green rooster logo and everything, except that instead of Corn Flakes it said Muesli. A caption under the photo identified it as "Kellogg's Muesli, the kind of cereal that Boomers like to eat."

Another offering was called Red Tart, but the illustration was just a very small cut-glass bowl of raspberries. A note in Chinese said that the minimum order was three "cups." A few other kinds of "tart" were also on the menu, including "Dr. Sand's All-Sand Tart (not made with real sand)."

Some of the text on the wall behind the cash register seemed to have nothing to do with the menu. It said "Let's learn Gaelic!" and underneath this were three expressions, with English on the left and Gaelic on the right. The first was "Hello," the second was either "Good-bye" or "Thank you" (I can't remember), and the third was "Shoot this man." I can't remember any of the Gaelic translations, and they may not have been clearly defined. (This reminded me of Russian lessons during the Cold War, where "I give myself up" and "I'm not a spy" were among the basic phrases taught to absolute beginners. I remember them to this day, despite having forgotten most of my Russian.) I thought whoever did the walls was trying just a bit too hard to be endearingly quirky.

The feeling of déjà vu persisted after I woke up. I felt sure that if I had never actually been to that restaurant, I must at least have dreamt of it before. However, no specific memories ever emerged.

After waking up, I googled gaelic "shoot this man" and got mostly pages having to do with the song "Padraic Pearse" by the Wolf Tones and the 2006 film The Wind That Shakes the Barley. The first result for the latter was this review on a blog called The Arts - JustMeMike's New Blog. For some reason, I decided to click on that blog's About page. It begins thus:

Update: March 15th, 2016 – I’ll soon be on the move. I’m relocating from Sarasota, FL to Port Wentworth, GA – a suburb of Savannah.

So yet another Ides of March sync.