I had a dream that my nephew who is afraid of hair cuts was full of lice and I was telling my sister that the only was to get rid of them would be by cutting his hair bald
Me and my wife are lying in a bed. Nearby my wife one bald man is lying and chatting with her
I am blonde. In prison. Parents are arguing. Strange message on phone. Large bald man. Scared. Pretty Nails. Father. Protective.
In real life, I am a brunette, but in my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.
Having had a few drinks one evening I had fallen asleep on Emma Hatton's sofa (no idea why) during the days when I had ridiculously long hair. Waking up in the morning, someone had shaved off all but one side leaving me with the king of all combovers. In my fury I naturally assumed Ben Holliday was to blame somehow and attacked him with a frying pan. Hordes of strangers start arriving at the house and Ming Dong helpfully cuts off the rest of my hair. For some reason bald me looks like Robert Loggia. I spend hours tracking down someone who can lead me to the person responsible. Eventually Laura Lemon agrees to show me to this persons house, but when we arrive we are at their wake and it turns out thy they have been dead for three days.
I was an exorcist. I stumbled upon a case about a little girl. She was sick. I believe it was cancer. Her family had contacted me about performing an exorcism on her because of her strange behavior at nights. To go perform the exorcism we had to travel to a different dimension to get to the little girl and her family. The machine we used to travel was a very strange and complicated piece of machinery. So when I started the exorcism the bald-headed little girl stood up, walked over towards me and, started talking in a deep voice. She said that I couldn't help her and more negative stuff. I lost control and told the demonic presence inside of her to leave in the name of Christ.
Walking thru a maze that is actually different parts of my life. Eventually end up in my bedroom where there was a bald old man with his eyes closed holding a red jackel looking animal with black eyes. The old man told me to pick up the key in front of the animal,and the choice was mine. Then I woke up.
In my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.
Dream of a bald eagles
I was in the attic of an old house, I squeezed through a tiny window in to dirty muddy area where there was this small room where I started putting on all this crazy makeup with white powder and I started altering my appearance changing the size of my nose and mouth and then I tried to go back through the window to get back out but my size had altered and could barely get my head and shoulder through it and the more I struggled the more the room started to collapse and there was loads of spiders and cobwebs falling from the ceiling they were everywhere i was terrified all I could do was try to go the other way,I managed to get out into this really posh garden where I could see people inside the house but the house was mostly glass and there seemed to be no way in and I think I knew the people inside I think one of them was my mam and i think they were shouting at me to come back in but I couldn't hear them and for some reason I lost my temper and threw some garden chairs into a fancy pond and then began running away from the house and down this really long road. I came to a little village and bumped into this really camp guy who seemed quite friendly and he started showing me around and was saying that loads of gay people lived around here and I spotted a guy in leather hat and pants staring at me and the camp one was saying 'its not that I don't like the gays it's just sometimes they're a bit full on' he then took me to his house but we didn't go in, we went up some stairs that were on the side of the house that lead up to the roof. As we got to the top he said 'and these are my friends' and I can't remember exactly what they all looked like I think there were four of them, i know i thought they all looked crazy one of them had a bald head with just a bit of hair on the very top with a ribbon in it and a long flowery dress and she kept saying 'can you see the angels? Look can you see the angels?' And as I looked up I could see what looked like a some sort of robotic kite in the shape of a person and I said 'oh yeah I can see them' but then the more I looked into the sky the clouds turned into people and I really could see them and I felt as though they were trying to help us all somehow, I could've watched them for hours. The next thing i remember I was in this office with a cassette player and headphones and there was a man sitting on the couch with a pen and paper asking me to tell him what I saw with those people he then put the headphones in my ears and I could hear what sounded like binaural beats vibrating in my ear and then I woke up but I felt as though I'd had this dream before.
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