Parallel dream face

I dreamt I was lying next to David Byrne. I was comfortable cuddling into his right shoulder. We weren’t lovers but quickly becoming best friends. Then I saw my reflection in a mirror. I was displeased my bangs were parting in the middle. I moved them across my forehead. I wasn’t pleased with that look either. I said to David, “Do you ever wish you had a different face?” I looked at his strong male features, and swiftly added, “But why would you?” He surprised me and replied, “Yes, I do.”  Wow. Then we were about to head off on a trip. I shuffled through boots to chose my black ones. They’ll be most comfortable for the journey, I thought.

Day dream followed: I must think men have more of a right to the way they look, than women do.

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