-(JoAnn) "CRYBABYSTILL"- Invited Guest Blogger January 8, 2010
Two dreams: 1. Really bad experience as a beauty operator, assault, police questioning. 2. Desire to get married, ugly legs, Golf skills demonstrated in
I was at work-but not my real life work, it was somewhat like the Southern California Villa I had seen in my earlier dream of applying for a job at a TV production company. Only this time, the grassy shaded area was not provided with benches but a intervals were beauty shop stations, they were more like ones I had seen in a movies about celebrities having their hair done, than any one I had ever been in. I am not a beauty operator or as far as I can remember ever wanted to be one. For economy reasons my mom used to do my hair with hair kits from Walgreen's drug store, most the time. A trip to the beauty shop was for special occasions al through my school years and even later. Also unless was when I was very small did I ever have a physical altercations with my mom.
The Dream:
The dream had me giving an older woman a shampoo and set - I was worried about doing this as I feared I might be able to do so competently. Also there was not enough time to fully set her hair before the 7 o'clock closing time. Never the less I started.
At some point I decided I needed to use on her hair the barber shears (perhaps to have less hair that would then set faster?) There were no proper shears in the equipment drawers, so I went into the building to get them. Somehow in searching for shears I took a wrong turn and had to use a unfamiliar exit door which I hoped would take me back to the lady -however, it didn't go all the way as it just stopped midway-. Somehow I resolved the passage issue and got back to her.
I told her a story to try to allay her unhappiness over this obvious incompetence, It was that the shears were had been put away by the people who work with me but were off today and I there for did not for that reason know exactly where to find them quickly. But this was to no avail she was crazy angry and grabbed the shears and a struggle followed. I felt terribly guilty wresting the shears away from her, but I could see it was coming down to either her or me as to who is going to get hurt.
She realizes her arm is now cut and bleeding and finally accepts my help to wrap it in a towel. She calms down and I call an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived and we both got in. I finally did the older woman's hair on the way. She despite the upsetting circumstances said "Remember 'I want nice light waves and use those wave curlers' - With doubts as to whether I could do so, I STARTED SETTING HER HAIR.
At the emergency room, when we arrived a police team surrounded us and detained me while the woman was taken to the doctors by an officer and I was questioned. The questioning officer I think was the same one who was honored in my earlier police banquet dream, only this time he was dressed in police street actions type jacket and boots. An assistant took down every word I said. Realizing the seriousness of possible criminal accusations, decided I would revamp the truth to make it all sound as accidental as possible without lying too much. I feared what story the woman might give the police. I omitted her attack on me and said instead she was very restless and moved causing the shears to cut her. The officer was very accusatory, pointing to scratches and black and blue spots that were starting to develop on my arms. I said I don't know. After some time I was told I could go as the woman's story was similar to mine, with some minor inconsistencies, I felt relived.
Two nights later:
I woke tonight with the thought I was very desirous to get married- Something about me had been blocking this before. But I couldn't say, what for sure. I remember though it had something to do with my legs which someone mean had called '4 legs'. It seems as though in my dream everyone was expecting me to fail in this desire and yet I knew within myself I could.
Somehow I first had to go out, and descend a slope -As I stepped from the cement curb to the green grass, I had to side step deposits of horse manure. The grassy space appeared to be un cared for, and in some places dry and dead. Then when I got on the higher located green, I think there was a high wind but I think I did O.K. holding my own against it. There were others there too bucking the wind and hitting golf balls in to it with apparent pleasure. When I also tried this successfully the people didn't seem quite so derisive or unfriendly.
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