I dreamt that I traveled 10 years back in time and met all my friends. They were all very different. Some were lost, some were in the wrong places. And I was like “Man, I am from the future. And if you see what you’re like in 10 years, you’re all gonna be proud, because you guys are going to be so much better.” and then I woke up.
It has been exactly a week since I parted ways with my locks of 8 years. Most of my acquaintances were shocked, they found my gesture rather impulsive, but I have always seen it coming. And to be honest, I was quite happy when the deed was done.
That being said, there are things, small things I started to realize that I probably need some getting used to.
First off, the back of my head is rather prickly. I can’t stop touching it.
I am using a considerably lesser amount of shampoo.
When I stretch my hand to my back, all I get is emptiness, instead of the usual “fingers being caught in a web of hair.”
When I go to bed, I sometimes still do this (now seemingly rather pointless) hair flicking motion so that my “hair” won’t get caught between my back and the bed.
When I am wearing a scarf, I often absentmindedly try to pull my hair out then realized there’s nothing there.
When I am out under the chilly wind, I feel rather naked.
In the back of my mind, I think there’s still a lock of phantom hair attached to my head.
Again, small things. Adjustments are needed I suppose.
“The living tell the dying not to leave, and the dying do not listen. The dying tell us not to be sad for them, and we do not listen. The dialogue between the living and the dead is full of misunderstanding and silence.”—Children’s Fun Fact Science Corner of Night Vale
This is sort of a recurring dream for me. I am always in my old elementary school. I would be in a classroom or the hallway trying to look for either the music room, art room, science lab, or the library. But I would always get lost going through corridors, up and down different flight of stairs, wandering around in different wings, looking into every room I passed by. I could never find the room I intended to go.
It’s crazy how many times I have had this dream =/
Last night I dreamt that there was a zombie virus epidemic. As we were fighting zombies trying to get away, I got caught underneath one. While I was trying to fight him off, he was drooling and my right eye came in contact with his zombie saliva. I could feel the virus slowly spread through my face.
Right after that, authorities announced they had invented a vaccine for the virus. Everyone else got a shot, but since I was already infected, there was nothing they could do for me.
Being the last infected person, not only I suffered the agony of slowly dying everyday, knowing I would become a monster when my time is up, but also the pity looks I received from others. With everyone trying to be friendly while awkwardly trying to avoid mentioning my situation.
Hahaha… it was a depressing dream. I blame Liam for mentioning Zombies all the time. =P