Jump right in! The water's refreshingly mutagenic!
Last night I dreamt about a post-apocalyptic world. Details were sketchy on how the apocalypse occurred, but it involved: massive floods, city-swallowing sinkholes, and extreme levels of radiation bursting out of the Earth's core. Most people died, but a few of us, had a special mutation that liked the radiation. Whatever was emanating from the center of the Earth activated a series of adaptations in us, and soon we were splashing around in the glowing, iridescent lakes, breathing underwater, and generally having a great time.
In my dream, I was a real jerk. The death and destruction didn't make me sad, horrified, or angry...no... it made me...annoyed. Things were going to be so inconvenient...
Then I set off to look for a hair stylist, because apparently my style was so pre-apocalyptic...**
**In waking life, I tend to put off getting my hair cut until it is so heavy it becomes a literal pain-in-the-neck...
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