In follow-up to my previous entry In Our Likeness, as I sat at the kitchen table with my pitcher of cooled wax thinking about my dream, in the other room, my father was watching the Wheel of Fortune (like Arianrhod). I was tapped out of my daydream about my dream by the synchronicity I heard blasting from the other room. One of the show's contestants shouted the answer to a puzzle, "the Tribe has spoken!"