No beer (weight-loss mode). I had some mildly spicy chili right before game time, but this was 3:55 in the morning so shouldn't be a relationship.
How does a random name like Saul Bellow -- a guy I don't even know and haven't even heard of in decades -- suddenly pop up? It's not like I ever had a conscious impression of him in the first place let alone one lurking in the subconscious.
But one thing I now know for certain -- I'm not gong to bother to read one of his books. Even if it is the great beyond and my subconscious Id trying to send me a message. Nope, ain't gonna do it. The subconscious wish fulfillment or latent content of the dream will forever remain a riddle, wrapped up in an enigma, ensconced on a bed of bacon.