Last night I had a powerful dream:
I walked into a wind surfing store and said, “I want to wind surf.”
The salesman pointed to a wall display and said, “You’ll need a mask first.” The “masks” that he pointed to, were some sort of safety helmets. The helmets were hinged at the top, with a solid colored back and a clear, plastic front. The front plastic, though, was shaped into a mask, a different “face” on each one.
It was obvious that you put the hinged part at the top of your head and clipped the front and back together so your head was completely enclosed.
The salesman handed me one which had a clear, see-through image on the front which he told me was the son of Medusa. “I think this one will fit you nicely,” he said.
I looked at the disgusting face and told him I don’t want a mask.
Then the salesman said, “You won’t survive without a mask.”
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