I spent four days on my hands and knees, picking up fossils at Scientist Cliffs in MD and when I closed my eyes at night, I could still see them.
It was weird.
I think that’s pretty typical, when someone does something routine to exhaustion, for many hours.
Last week a fellow told us about picking and packing pears for a long time, and going to sleep and dreaming about pears, pears, pears.
He said that he has eaten very few pears, since that picking time :-)