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Important note: Encountered dream cue. Strange things with my hair.


I didn't sleep well. Couldn't remember a single dream. Kept waking up and going back to sleep. Until Phillip went to church. I woke up for a while and when I went back to sleep I had an EPIC dream.

This time I was on a road trip down south with Lloyd and Robby. Most of what I remember is driving back up North. I was using a GPS but I kept making wrong turns so we visited lots of different places, stopping whenever we saw something interesting. Many things happened but there's a particular image I want to preserve.

It's night time and I'm high up on a hill overlooking a city. The city's built on the shore--and the islands--of a vast lake. The lights of the houses wink on and off like a hundred million fireflies or early morning dew on a freshly baled field, and each is reflected in the dark water. I am full of awe and the perfect understanding of why I travel.

Another especially interesting fragment: my subconscious is trying its damndest to hand control over to my conscious mind. In my dream I'd stopped at a hotel and while asleep I'd dreamed about my main dream cue.

In the dream in a dream I'm sitting on a bench outside a strip mall kind of thing. It's very upscale and the windows of the shops are enormous. i'm waiting for someone. Robby, I think. I'm still on the road trip. I dont' know how much of what I remember is the dream in a dream. But I'm certain of this part.

I look in a window and see my reflection. I decide I want no hair on the left half of my head. I take out a razor and begin shaving. It's a pink disposable razor and I'm having trouble. At some point it becomes a brush made of hard plastic spirals. I think instead of shaving it actually pulled hair out. It pulled, anyway, and hurt slightly. I was still having trouble with it and could only manage to make a bald spot on the left front of my head. A girl on a bench across from me commented that I was messing up the color distributions (in the waking world I have dark blond hair and a bleached mohawk) and I explained what I was up to.

Later (back in dream layer one) I was in the car and remembering my dream from the night before. But when I put my hand through my hair the bald spot was STILL THERE. "How could that be?" I thought. I had a brief minor freak out in which I believe I *almost* attained lucidity. Instead I decided I mush have actually pulled my hair out while I was asleep. I'm getting close.

So many scenes and places. Takes so long to write. I've captured the two most important parts so I'll leave things here for now. Perhaps I'll pick up later.