wolven7 | Dreams of the New Year

Last night I dreamed that I went to go get my hair cut at a strange combination barber and restaurant. The layout was as if R Thomas had been turned into a split-level, with a back room. I had to search the barbers, to find one who was comfortable cutting my hair, and, when I went to pay, I had a pocket full of thousand-dollar bills. I had to surreptitiously leaf through them, to find the two tens I used to pay the barber.

Then I figured I'd check out the restaurant side of things.

Strange combinations of DC and Atlanta, again. I know it's another day, but things feel bright and better and new, today.

Maybe it's just because I don't have to work, today.

Happy New Year.