The last part of this dream that I remember is that I was driving down a city sidewalk at night. It was difficult to see ahead, so I kept maneuvering the car like it was a giant 2-headed flashlight. Someone else was with me, though I don't know who, but she was young and nervous.
Somehow we appeared in a dark cavern deep below the sea. We could breathe just fine and I still had the front end of the car although it was more like a diver propulsion vehicle with headlights. The girl with me wanted to turn back, but for some reason I wanted to keep going. To keep diving with the conviction that we will find something extraordinary.
However frustration aroused when my hair kept getting in my face and blocking my vision. I would take my hand off the vehicle to sweep it back which would cause me to drift. After so much of this, I had enough and took a pair of scissors and began cutting my hair. This was when I realized my fault and stopped. I've been trying to grow my hair long since middle school, and I let my frustration cloud my judgement. I woke up relieved that my hair was tied back and not cut.
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RandomZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
