Last night I had a weird triathlon dream. I was sitting around waiting for my wave start at a big triathlon. I remember I looked at a posted chart of the starters, and counted up about 125 other triathletes all starting with me at 11AM. I was watching the earlier waves start. The athletes were gracefully diving off a steep 10-foot-high cliff at the water's edge straight into the surf. I knew I couldn't do that - it looked far too dangerous to me! I made plans to clamber down the cliff and then wade into the water.
Then, for some odd reason, since a couple of us had several hours to wait for the start, we decided to cut each other's hair.