I wonder what causes us to have weird dreams.
I remember once as a little kid my family and I went to a Thai restaurant for dinner. That night, I had a very strange dream where I vividly remember seeing a UFO. The next morning, we all kind of decided that it was probably the Thai food because everyone in the family had wacked-out dreams.
So I don't know what my deal was yesterday. Maybe it was because I went pretty much straight from work to improv class last night and, because it rained a lot yesterday and I didn't take an umbrella, I ended up sitting around for a couple of hours in cold, damp clothing. Maybe it was the fact that I threw some food down immediately before going to bed so that my stomach would stop bothering me.
Whatever it was...
I had a dream last night... there was more to it than this but this is the only part I can remember right now: I decided that I was going to shave my beard off. I got a straight razor with an old wooden handle and went into a room with an old mirror with a guilded frame - I don't know if I was in like an old Victorian home or what, but it was me as I am now. So, I just started hacking away at my beard and, as I shaved, I revealed like all these pimples underneath and left razor knicks. I put whole pieces of tissue paper on my face to cover them. And then I came to the part around the left side of my chin and that part of the beard just would not come off no matter how many times I whacked at it with the straight razor.
And that was my dream last night.