“I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?” ― John Lennon
I had a nightmare last night that defies explanation. I dreamed that my hair was translucent and half shaved. My skull was a hard mask of plaster of Paris. I was distraught (clearly) and went to the state fair in the country side to see my hair-dresser. She began to die my hair a color (any color - bright red) and to scrape off the plaster in a field of flowers.
Without warning, a huge wedding celebration began. People arrived in throngs by the hundreds to prepare. Huge, water tower-sized structures were erected to roast pigs and goats the sizes of blimps. Then people began dancing around the towers with glee until the frenzy uprooted a roasting pig. The pig tipped from his hearth and descended into the field half-burned, half-mad rampaging the wedding like a bucking bronco.
My skull began to crumble...
What a dream.
