Strangeness Woven in My Hair I dreampt a wealth of strange imagery. Hiding under a glass-topped coffee-table with Lissette. People that lifted intact as vertical from swamps or algae and frog strewn swimming pools or sand pits. Through it all I wandered in my high-heeled glass Cinderella shoes, until the bottoms started cracking apart in huge chunks and suddenly my mother appeared shaking her head and clicking her tongue and saying with mock sympathy that well now I'd have to barefoot, so half to spite her I just hacked off the thick heelparts of each shoe and continued to wear them as slippers.  ¶ 9:54 PM