An odd dream, of wax.

The other week, I dreamt -

I was standing in a corner in a large room with a high ceiling and concrete floors and odd substantial grey cloth dividers, and there was a wooden stand in the inside corner extending up into a very thin wooden dowel and surmounted by a very large chunk of wax like a huge crystal, towering at least above everyone's heads.

I knew that people bought bits of it to use, and I surreptitiously touched it without any of the handful of people around seeing, and then tried to nonchalantly smear some on my lips like Chapstick.

Later, I somehow got some more, and I tried using it in an unexpected way, to style my hair, pinching bits of it in to keep it in place, like that hairwax you can get.