The Voices in My Head

I had a dream…

Not quite as momentous as MLK’s one though. I dreamt I was at the hair-dressers. I was sitting in the chair, and they were asking me what style I wanted, and commenting on how my hair had been so long without a decent stylist that it had lost it’s shape completely, and asking me what style I usually had. And I was all like, um, err, can’t you just give me some suggestions?

I think my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something.

Last night I had a dream. A bit like most nights, I suppose, but I sort of remembered this one.

I was back in college again, and on some kind of field trip somewhere lasting a week. Me and a bunch of other girls were sharing a house for the duration. the kitchen was bizarre. There were no work surfaces at all, but plenty of gas-powered hotplates for cooking on - at least twenty! the kitchen was also very spacious.

Oh, and it was the group’s tutor’s birthday. Why that was relevant, I have no idea.