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Another hair dream!  Though I don’t know why this should be so surprising, it is on my mind a great deal, lately.  A few months ago, I plucked a strand of silver that was dangling in my eyes, and every day since then twice as many spring up from those I remove. Earlier this week, I began parting my hair on the opposite side, and I’m still not used to it; my head’s been feeling weird all week.
I was dreaming that I was on the highway in a car, with my youngest sister driving.  When she was much younger, I was slightly terrified to be in the passenger seat with her at the helm, but she developed into a more-than-competent, capable driver, and now I’d have no issue with her chauffeuring me around.  In the dream however, neither one of us were paying attention to the road - me, I was playing with my hair, and she was untangling several cords that had gotten snarled.  She was attending to this with both hands.
We were driving along a narrow mountain path, and by the time we looked up from our respective fiddlings and tinkerings, it was too late…we had already driven through the guardrail.  We just looked at each other and sort of shrugged.
("eh, what’re you gonna do??")

(via 876afe by ~jarrod343)

Another hair dream!  Though I don’t know why this should be so surprising, it is on my mind a great deal, lately.  A few months ago, I plucked a strand of silver that was dangling in my eyes, and every day since then twice as many spring up from those I remove. Earlier this week, I began parting my hair on the opposite side, and I’m still not used to it; my head’s been feeling weird all week.

I was dreaming that I was on the highway in a car, with my youngest sister driving.  When she was much younger, I was slightly terrified to be in the passenger seat with her at the helm, but she developed into a more-than-competent, capable driver, and now I’d have no issue with her chauffeuring me around.  In the dream however, neither one of us were paying attention to the road - me, I was playing with my hair, and she was untangling several cords that had gotten snarled.  She was attending to this with both hands.

We were driving along a narrow mountain path, and by the time we looked up from our respective fiddlings and tinkerings, it was too late…we had already driven through the guardrail.  We just looked at each other and sort of shrugged.

("eh, what’re you gonna do??")

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