As did not go to work today and have passed most of the morning in foggy, sleepy haze, have had many bizarre, medicine-induced dreams. In once such dream, went ahead and cut off my hair and gave it to charity, as though it was my plan for ages. That is the kind of dream/nightmare that would usually have this gal in a semi panic until fully awake. But not this morning. No, indeed. Waking from the dream, simply rolled over and said to no one in particular,
Man, I’m nice. But I’m not THAT nice.
You’ve got to love wacky dreams and wonder where they come from.
I woke up in the middle of the night and vaguely remembered having to sing My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music for a job interview. Midway through I realized I hadn’t prepared the piece, didn’t remember the words, so I just stopped, told the interviewee that I wasn’t qualified and walked out.
Very strange. I wonder what it all means?
don’t do it, man.
the first thing you know, your sister will have sold her prized possession to buy you a beautiful brush for the hair you don’t have.
From the way you describe your hair, when you were sick, I think it would be an extremely bad day for you if you were to cut it.
Here’s to better dreams !!
Quel coinkidink. Look at what I read today.