dreams: May 31, 1998
chop off the hair
I'm sitting looking in a mirror. Other people are there near me.
I pick up a pair of scissors and begin cutting my own hair. I don't
care what it looks like; I just want it really short. (I think
of Emily Topper's admirable haircut.) I chop and chop it off.
People seem surprised. It feels good to get rid of it. But some
strands stay long. I have so much hair growing out of my head that
I can't seem to get rid of it all. On top of my head I still have
long hair. In the mirror I see a reflection of short and long hair,
a mixture of blonde, red and brown. Chop chop.
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