# Dreams
## R.
Last night I dreamed that you'd shaved your head. You were excited and called me about it. I got a picture (in my mind's eye?) of what you looked like. It was nice. I woke up this morning still thinking it was true. I realized before I saw you that it couldn't be -- you would never shave your head. Why did I dream it?
## Masks
A family of loud patrons refused to wear masks. I was in the old library from graduate school -- remember the foyer? They were at the table we had set up and were demanding to be let in, but I stood firm. The man was tall and big and scary, and his family stood behind him, like a phalanx. I thought they would charge at us but finally they turned and stalked away: lions from rotten meat. I turned around relieved and my coworker was there, without a mask, smiling and chatting. I was distraught. The words formed behind my lips to take him down, and I woke up.
## Others
Those are all I can remember. I know there are others. They wait in the shadows.
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