I was on long bay in Tortola in 1999 for Lenny. Beachfront cabins. Sounded like a freight train just out the door. 75-mile-an-hour coconuts were a hazard. We had no Internet, phones were out. Similarly surreal, though. Water was scarce, and milk was unobtainable, but rum was super cheap and plentiful - so we had it on our cornflakes.

That’s how I make sure I’m dreaming - I look for anything written. Written words in dreams are always changing and illegible.

That assumes a normal distribution. Wealth/income is not. An excellent resource is: Social Stratification in the United States: The American Profile Poster of Who Owns What, Who Makes How Much, and Who Works Where https://a.co/d/09LVTyYi

As an amateur genealogist that pays for a Newspapers.com subscription I’d love to see some kind of universal free obituary service. Especially if it’s AI processed to provide a visual tree of the relationships described.