there's no accounting for taste

Scott and i are in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. We’re rushing through a department store to ?catch a plane? As we go through the ladies dresses i want to stop and look at some of the ones made of fabrics that catch my eye but we’re in too much of a hurry. Just as we leave the dress department we enter a mostly empty room and there’s a sale bin full of funky hats. Scott tells me that the great big purple velvet Mad Hatter style hat is totally me and we stop so i can try it on. It’s HUGE and it seems like if i put it on it’ll go all the way over my head like an upside down trashcan but i see that inside is a pink ‘tube’ that keeps the hat sitting on top of the head. As i’m putting it back the contact in my left eye falls out. I tell Scott to hold his horses and help me find it but i’ve already found it. It’s a soft type lens and i only wear one in my left eye for some reason. I know i need to put it back in my eye before it dries out so i wet it with my spit and stick it back in my eye. We continue to where ever it is we’re going.

Big pink tube. Right. Some kind of weird sex dream. UCK! It always makes me cringe when i see basketball players putting their contact back in their eye after it’s been on the court by just spitting on it. Gah. Good way to lose an eye.

Left eye. Vision correction. That is a key point to the dream but it's message isn't immediately clear to me. I need to examine how i 'look' at something and maybe correct it? But what? Dresses and hats. Maybe my own self image? That could be. But only the left eye. A belief i hold that is skewed? Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe my subconscious will give my waking mind further hints tonight.

Yesterday, three different times in totally unrelated circumstances i heard the phrase "There's no accounting for taste." The Universal Mind is definitely trying to tell me something. Somehow this is all synchronistically related.