In one dream last night, I dreamed that my new left contact lens was cutting into my eye, creating a ridge in my cornea around the lens (RPG lenses are smaller than the cornea). Even in my sleep, I don’t think the left lens is right.
In the second dream, I spent a lot of time constructing and curling an elaborate 1940s hairdo. I was very focused on having each hair perfectly in place, each hair roll or curl perfectly rolled or curled
and perfectly in place. I panicked because I didn’t have any setting lotion, or even any hairspray. Someone suggested I blow dry my hair, so even though I knew it would muck up my perfect ‘do, I followedtheir suggestion. I ended up with hair that was a cross between structured 40s rolls and Farrah Fawcett flicks. Not a good look.