I had several weird dreams last night and the only one that I can remember this morning was about my friend Lisa and me. We were on yet another road trip and were staying at some little motel place, like a Motel 6 or some such thing and for some weird reason we had our own ice machine in the room with us. Lisa was dying my hair and since my hair won’t take dye very well, I had decided to sleep in it. So I was sleeping in the plastic bag thing that the dye kits have you put over your hair while it…takes. In the morning, (that’s right. I slept in the dye all night), I woke up and it had mysteriously all been rinsed off and my hair was dried and styled. And striped. I looked like I was trying to go tiger. Black and blond lines running across my head and I guess the weirdest thing of all was that I was all “Oh. Yeah, well, it’ll probably grow on me…” No big deal. Just not that strange, IN YOUR MY DREAMS.
Friend, motel, ice machine and …dye.Posted by Krissa
Filed under: just plain weird, Oh crap!
Comment by Mither on May 25, 2008 at 10:26 pm
You are such a slow learner. It seems to me that a great prophetic dream like this would make you know, for sure and immediately, that you should not dye your hair. Now or ever. Not ever. Ever.
Comment by Krissa on May 26, 2008 at 6:08 am
I TOLD YOU ON THE PHONE, NO COMMENTS ABOUT MY HAIR GETTING DYED!
BAD, BAD MITHER!
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