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Woke up this morning from the weirdest dream i've had in awhile...

was cycling from some posh building to a destination estimated to be at half an hour away, and i wasnt familiar with route. it was clear and cool day. I was looking out for landmarks, and the route brought to dreamy landscapes of gardens with fountain features and flowers in bloom on one side, while the other side of the road was heavy dusty noisy constructions.

and came to sudden realisation that i was cycling without a helmet and started worrying about being cautioned by the police about it (but actually not required by law to wear helmet on a bicycle right?) and then started being really bothered with the flying messy hair.

the next thing i knew, i whipped out a scissors and started cutting my hair in the middle of the road, and just about after the first 2 cuts, i knew i've cut too much and was upset...

and i started getting a bad teeth-clenching headache.

argh~

and then i woke up, with a bad teeth-clenching headache. so bad that i couldnt get out of bed (later diagnosed as migraine with flu at docs.)

so is it a case of life imitating dream, or dream imitating art?

and oh, i will be cutting my hair this Friday ;)

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