Dream Journal: Funny Haircut
I was in a park, lying on the grass, reading a story in a magazine, when a meteorite struck my head. For several hours (or was it days?) I swam in and out of consciousness, concerned only that I had to hide the damage from the children playing nearby. Despite my best efforts to cover up, eventually a little boy chasing after a ball saw me and said "gee mister, you've got a funny haircut," and I lapsed into darkness.
I was taken to a hospital. I know this because my laps around the consciousness pool occasionally took me to a bed in a white room. Before I knew it I was discharged and sent along my way. I returned to my normal routine, where many of my coworkers flicked their eyes nervously up to the new part in my hair. I still hadn't seen it, so I made my way to the bathroom.
In the mirror I saw a deep wedge running along the side of my head, creating an extreme part in my hair, one I'd expect to see on a comic book character. "That is a funny haircut," I thought as I pulled a comb from my pocket. My attempt to rework my hair around the fault line failed, though, as the comb's teeth reopened the gash and blood began to trickle out, matting my hair to my skull.
I lapsed into darkness again, and I don't know what my hair looks like now.
I was taken to a hospital. I know this because my laps around the consciousness pool occasionally took me to a bed in a white room. Before I knew it I was discharged and sent along my way. I returned to my normal routine, where many of my coworkers flicked their eyes nervously up to the new part in my hair. I still hadn't seen it, so I made my way to the bathroom.
In the mirror I saw a deep wedge running along the side of my head, creating an extreme part in my hair, one I'd expect to see on a comic book character. "That is a funny haircut," I thought as I pulled a comb from my pocket. My attempt to rework my hair around the fault line failed, though, as the comb's teeth reopened the gash and blood began to trickle out, matting my hair to my skull.
I lapsed into darkness again, and I don't know what my hair looks like now.