In my dream, Otis and I are walking into the mall. We had no special plans that day, but once we were inside, I noticed that Otis had studs in his ear. He must have had at least 20 studs (little silver balls) outlining his ear. I said, “Otis, when did you get your ear pierced?” He looked over at me, and I saw that not only was the other ear pierced, his lip and nose were pierced, and he had a bar through his eyebrow – all silver. As if that weren’t horrifying enough, I realized that he’d dyed his hair coal black, and was dressed unusually - in a black leather jacket, tight jeans, and he was wearing leather boots.
He looked so much like his brother (because of the dark hair) that I thought perhaps I’d made a mistake and it was not Otis at all, but rather his brother that I’d come to the mall with. But then, no, I said (in an accusing tone), “You’re having a mid-life crisis, aren’t you!”. He smiled at me and kept walking, and then realization flooded in – he was having an affair with a hoebag at a piercing parlor. I woke up.
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