Mirror Mirror

A strange dream occurred today, a gist of which I remember.

I had a different face. In my dream, I was a young brown skinned Asian man, perhaps Filipino looking thoroughly baked in sun. It was so strange. I was looking at the mirror, making faces at myself. I raised my eyebrows and opened my eyes wide, frowned and saw deep wrinkles appear between my brows, smiled to reveal straight teeth that were much whiter than mine, and then I blankly stared into my alternate reflection. I rotated side to side trying to take in the features of my new face but it just wasn’t right.

The face wasn’t my face. It smiled when I smiled, it moved when I moved, but it wasn’t my face. I understood that and I had a thought that I’ve never had before “I miss my face”. I’ve never had that thought before. “I miss my face”. It’s certainly a thought I may have when I’ve grown old, but it had never occurred to me thus far.

Perhaps what it meant was that I miss myself. Anyway, I’m having a strange morning waking up with a dream like that. We’ll see how the day goes.

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