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I dreamt of my future self some days back. Dressed in a flowery, dark blue. tube dress, I had jet-black hair combed up to look like a vase, with the roots dyed a bright cyan around the fringe. I saw myself waiting around, keeping away from the rain falling in the background. Some guy clad in a white suit came to take me away. I wondered who it was, then decided that I should leave too. The rain then stopped. Maybe I should dye my hair that way when I decide one day to stop teaching. It'd be outrageous to do it now, but I love the hair colour really. Cyan for hair roots! how cool is that, and I would have never thought of that.