Surrealistic crazy shit

In my dreams, people use to switch faces between them. Like the face literally detaches from one’s head and flies graciously to another, with a hazy trail behind it. The one doesn’t have a choice but to accept his partner’s face. It isn’t the one’s or the other’s choice. It’s totally the choice of the faces.
There is an interesting observation. The more times the faces switch, the more distorted they become. After a couple of times of the switches, the faces go beyond recognition that they even lose the characteristics of a typical face. No other normal face wants to switch with such one (for it is the choice of the face solely and not that of the person). The people with such distorted faces get distorted themselves, their organized anatomy melting down, their protoplasm seeping out and one day, poof and gone.
To add the Jester’s words of wisdom: ‘No person understands how or why this happens but they accept the reality as it is.’