It was hard waking up this morning. You ever have one of those mornings? You hit the snooze button again and again. And somewhere along the third hit of the snooze button you manage to have a mini dream? This was my dream.
I dreamt of a thousand smiling faces, all fresh from central casting. And though they are diverse, it is still safely WASPish. I dreamt of heads. The backs of heads. Lots of hair, lots of backs of heads. So many heads. I dreamt people were doing repetitive moves, as if they were robots, or drones. Walking. One of them looks like he might hit the propellor. Oh no! But then, it's okay. More heads. And ballet for some reason.