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Successful hair dyeing, and dream journal-licious
Wesley Dodds
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I probably need to take a good, hot shower before I go to bed, seeing as I've got dye-funk clinging to me from helping Michelle dye her hair. I think it came out well; very dark brown, almost black in some places. I'd call it chestnut, but it's not got that hint of red that chestnut requires. I happen to think it looks great. I apologize in advance if this is one of those things that makes Luke want to forearm me in the mouth, but I really didn't think Michelle could get much prettier. I am herewith proven wrong.

And speaking of Luke, I had the strangest dream last night, and he was a central player. I was over at his and Michelle's apartment, just hanging out. He and I were doing something that I can't quite recall now, I think looking at some ridiculous weapon or another. At any rate, there's a knock at the door, and he gets up to answer it, and there's a very attractive black girl at the there, about Luke's age. Luke gets this big smile on his face, they embrace, and they step outside to talk.

A few minutes later they come back in, and Luke introduces her to me as his sister, and the little white woman who's suddenly with her as his mother. I get introduced to more than a dozen other people, a good 40% of whom are black. Apparently, a big chunk of dreamLuke's family is black. This isn't the family his mother married into or anything, mind you, it just so happens that part of his extended family on his mother's side is black. So, anyway, we all go out to eat, and the dream changes to all of us in another apartment.

At this point, I don't think I'm really in the dream anymore, I'm just an outside observer. Because Luke's mother is standing with her back to the window of the apartment, and even tho' the curtians are drawn, I know we're a good five stories up. And there's a cat in the room, and it's getting more and more agitated, and ever once in a while it casts a sneaky, malicious glance over at Luke's mother/the window. And I know exactly what the little bastard's going to do, but I can't do anything about it. I can't warn anyone and I can't stop the cat, and suddenly it screeches and yowls and runs around in a couple of circles, then it hits the coffee table and just fucking catapults itself across the room and smacks Luke's mom right in the face. She starts yelling and fighting with it and she's moving around in circles trying to get it off, and she backs head over heels right out the window.

At this point Luke rushes over to the window and leans out real far, and his grandmother sees this and gets really distraught, and starts wailing and crying about losing her daughter and her grandson. And then she tears open the front of her dress and jumps out the window. She did the old school Bible-style "rending of the garments", and she jumped out the window. And that was when I woke up.

And the really strange part is, I KNOW I've had this dream before. Not the first part, with Luke's black family, but the second part, in the five story apartment with the cat. I knew exactly what was going to happen. It was like watching a rerun.

Well. I'm glad I didn't write this up this morning like I intended, I would've been seriously late for work.
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Yeah, that was pretty much what I said.

So like, have you read The Bluest Eye anytime recently?

Actually, no, I haven't. Ever. I take it from your reaction that you think I should?

No, but if you had it would explain that dream.


Now I'm intrigued. I think I'll have to dig up a copy and read it.

Definitely worth reading.

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