Half-life

I’m in a clothing store. Sheila is there too. Even though i know she can’t stand me, i admire her taste in clothing and hang back while she goes through dresses on the rack. She pulls off a dress and it’s very elegant. She describes the sleeves as ?? (some kind of architectural term?) and hangs it back up. There are some other items on the rack but she leaves without looking at them. After she’s gone i go look at the items on the rack where she’d been looking. The dress is gorgeous. The way the sleeves are incorporated into the shoulders, and how the dress hangs makes it look like art more than clothing.

I wake up and my hair is cut off. It feels good short but i’m surprised i cut my hair since it takes it so long to grow out. I remember that the last time i cut my hair in a dream my head was bald on top and i wonder if it’s the same in this dream. I check in the mirror of my bathroom in the Manassas house. Under my hair is smooth white like the last time, but now there’s some dark places around the edge. I realize that it’s my skull i’m seeing and the dark bit is decay.

Waking up from the last dream i had a hard time finding where i left off in reality. Maybe i'm already dead and all of this is just a last gasp of a dying mind like in Ubik or Vanilla Sky. I loved that dress from the first dream! It looked like a stylized peacock. I wish i could remember the name of the style of the sleeve. It might've just been nonsense but it seemed like an important word in the dream.