Dreaming in Style
posted by Woodsy
I dreamed that I had my hair cut short and dyed black (in real life I would go for red). It was too straight and it spiked in all directions, and I was unhappy about it.
The hairdresser insisted that that was not a problem. All I had to do was wander the streets looking for the cutest young man that I could spot, and he would know exactly how to style my hair.
I walked down Elgin street, and before long I came to a dandy young fellow. I walked up to him, and he looked at my hair, pulled out gel, a comb, and a mirror and styled my hair perfectly. All was accomplished in absolute silence.
I looked boyishly handsome as I walked off humming a gay tune.
(Interpretations of my dream are encouraged)
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7 comments:
Your dreams are better than mine, Woodsy...
that's so weird, that just happened to me but in real life - huh
Yes, yes, dreams..blah...blah...blah...never-ending story...blah...blah...blah...WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CAPTION CONTEST? Where there's a contest, there must be a winner. Obviously it's not going to be me since I'm all in your face about it, but sheesh -- lets' have some closure here!
that sounds like a cool dream .... what was the gay tune? do you recall?
TWFKAW, I only relate the tame ones...
Jen G, you'd look awesome in red hair...
XUP, why don't you come and have your hair coloured red with Jen G and I? It will relax you...
Raino, The tune was Somewhere Under the Rainbow...
en dessous, or au dessus?
Oh, Lili, tu es génial...
Ahem... I meant Somewhere Over the Rainbow
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