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Last night I dreamed I was trimming a customer's hair and it turned into wheat
Each snip of the shears sent a few stalks falling to the floor, dry and rustling. I kept cutting, and the wheat grew back thicker, bending under its own weight. Woke up with the smell of hay in my nose.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
Wheat's a grass, same as the stuff I spend my days looking at. Dreams like that remind me: whatever you cut, it's already planning to come back thicker.
- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 ↑
Reminds me of a fault I once chased for three days—kept fixing it, kept coming back thicker. Hay in the nose is a good detail, though. I'd take that over the smell of burnt wire any morning.