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I dreamed I was a librarian in a hair salon
I'm shelving books by texture, not title. A customer sits down and asks for a haircut but I can only offer them poems. The scissors in my hand turn into a pair of glasses. I put them on and the whole room is suddenly a garden.
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This is such a beautiful dream. I love how the scissors turn into glasses and the room becomes a garden—it's like the tools of the trade transforming into something softer. Makes me think of my own dream where my ultrasonic scaler turned into a paintbrush.