His Dreams were Made of Lilting Mexican Hairs

of dense brown and smelling of strawberry scented hair product. Each moment in the dream is one thick and perfectly highlighted hair that is heavy in its sadness, and lost and drifting along the floorboards and sliding beneath Victorian chairs in a cool room in San Jose, California.



But, its not a sad dream, and the hairs themselves are not sad in their singularity. Each hair, as mentioned before, occupies a specific and smooth moment and fills the space in the dream as though the dream were a neverending forest of highlighted warmth, some trees chocolate and some trees vanilla. All delicious dreamy moments each of wispy highlighted hair.



For one moment, each hair was in itself a lucid moment and aware of its dreaming self. They bent upon themselves and held sleepy dream hands and whispered about the man dreaming dreams that were made of them, lilting and heavy, lucid Mexican hairs.