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Wednesday, 30 January 2008, 6:34 PM
Bad hair night

I had a dream last night that I had my ponytail back.  It seemed perfectly natural, and I was vaguely disappointed that nobody around me was commenting upon it.

I really don't know why (esp. since I don't particularly want to grow my ponytail back).  But it was only last this afternoon that I flashed on it, with a vividness that was close to being a "real" memory.

Weird.


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Wednesday, 30 January 2008, 7:38 PM
Quoth Terry ...

That's not weird. My youngest is 18 years old and I'm still occasionally pregnant in my dreams. THAT'S strange.


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