the dreams were non-stop. and when i first awoke, i quickly slipped back into slumber, only to greet more dreamy activity.
the one dream that stuck revolved around hair. my hair. i dyed it, thinking it would be a solid brownish black. i uncovered my wig of towels, only to discover platinum blonde streaking my bangs, with royal blue and greenish highlights throughout. not only that, i had meticulously braided my hair, much like soulhaus might, to create a mass of dreaded locks. i loved it. i hated it. i felt helpless...and liberated.