White hair

Big boat, coming into dock. Fast.

I am at the front at the top. Its high and dangerous. There are others. The stopping makes me nearly fall off. There's no hard rail. I meet sailors who are waiting to attention at the dock. I see many more boats. Im at coed. I see transformers. R has bought a massive sword. Its not finished. Its japanese.

We are discussing ways of finishing it. It becomes like a giant penis. There are more of them. I meet someone from T who is an expert at moving stone. Big stone. Its no longer an issue with the sword because we have someone who can move it. I see P M. I admire his corageousness because he can take on people and work with them without even knowing them.

I am being chased by wasps, but less me, more my friend who runs into a room thrgouh glass doors to get away from them.

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I notice my beard has gone white. Now I see my hair is going white. I look completely different. I see the shapes of my head clearly now. The hair has gone. There are bumpy shapes I've never known were there. Its worrying me. Apparently my head needed to be bigger to make room for my brain size.

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reflections -


The wasp nests, Josh, Coed. Seeing the future, is wisdom. white hair wisdom.