(Entered in paper journal at 7:48 AM at Red Horse cafe in Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I stood before the mirror, trimming my mustache. I may first have been looking at myself, bringing my lower lip closer up to my mustache, and noticing that my mustache was way too long, because my hair would kind of chomp against my lip. So I trimmed my mustache. My mustache now looked pretty clean.
I may then have been in some kind of social situation. I realized that I had forgotten to trim the rest of my facial hair. I imagined that it must have been as long (proportionally) as my mustache had been. I thought I must look really silly, with a clean mustache and the rest of my facial hair all shaggy. I was afraid the people around me would start staring at me.
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