It was a dream filled with amorphous anxiety - numerous details escape me but two fine points of the night remain - one moment I remember: I'm swept out to sea from the deck of a ship. I'm in a fur coat, for some reason (apparently I have hoes to choke in my dreams). I sink below the water, the coat welling up above me, and I watch the sky disappear in a blobs of brick red fox pelt and aquamarine murk.
Another dream: same night, same anxiet - Apparently I am able to cast magic spells? Thanks to Alden for planting the seed of Sorcery in my subconscious, because it makes good dream fuel. That's a topic for an other entry because, unfortunately, in this part of the dream I had no choice in which spell I cast. I felt the power in my fingers, but I needed to conjure water to put out a fire and all I could manage was a fruit jam of some kind. I attempted again and again different strengths and purpose of spell but to no avail.
For the next two days, stress dandruff rained from my scalp, stress pimples broke out on my forehead, and stress bears roamed the streets of Brooklyn in search of honey. These are all known symptoms of extended Cotler stress bubbling under the surface. Except for the bears. They just roam freely here.
Feeling out of control, powerless, stressed, angry, and frustrated, I had to do something. So, Chetta shaved my head:
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