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Faces, Dreams...
In dreams, I never have a face. Even when I see myself in third person, I'm only a faceless figure, dressed and sized to roughly fit the job description. In the non-historical dream, I remember having shaggy black hair. In the hunting dream, it was short and bleached. It's never my hair, but the hair I'd like to have. Maybe that's why I don't have a face; I could never make it into something I want, and still remain myself... Makes you think, doesn't it?
