natasha's corner

I had a dream that I was on vacation with my parents and grandparents. We were staying by a lake and I wanted to go night kayaking. As we were walking to the lake, I went to a hair salon instead.

The hair dresser had fun with my hair and was excited to show me the final product. When I looked in the mirror, I saw she had cut my hair short with lots of choppy layers and added red and purple highlights.

It looked really cool, but it brought back visions of my previous experience last year when I got red highlights done. They looked awesome (I think), but were incredibly hard and expensive to maintain, requiring almost bi-weekly trips to the salon. It took me a long time to grow them out and to grow my hair to its current length.

So as I looked at myself in the mirror, with the awesome yet terrifying purple highlights, I wanted nothing more than to have my previous hair back. I desperately wished that this was all a dream, that I didn’t just ruin a year of hair efforts. “Please let this be a dream…”

And then a part of my mind realized that it was a dream and I woke up.