Barbershop
1st at beauty salon gettin perm by my mom. a little piece hair hanging out. maria barber was there my mom asked she doing it right. maria tried combing it. she said your hair really thick. then some lady with afro stopped by and was talking about some food or wings tasting so good at some place. She mentioned fish tacos. Then owner of salon came out of back while girl was talking she was in corner smiling. then mfry showed up with white shorts and shirt looking like a tourist. the another random guy was around and said isn't that the guy who ran the the race in the fastest time. he had binoculars on something on his knees like some reflective. then some other guy and i was riding together and we slowed down at a street like he was looking for something or someone
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I was in a barber shop and one of my ex boyfriend was staring at me and smiling afterwards when I went outside I witness an accident in which the car was black I saw my friend in the car with three children and she was shot dead. I never knew she had children. Then my friend took me to a white concrete house and I saw an aquarium full of fishes. Then I look under a table an saw more fishes I took up one and all the fishes turn grey
At a party. it was a big party at a grand
venue or mansion, the kind where rich people
would have a wedding. it was for randy and i.
I think maybe my parents arranged it. everyone
i've ever known was there. family, friends, co
workers, even people i barely knew. Randy
wasn't there because i didn't tell him about
it because we agreed not to hang out that
night, and i figured he wouldn't be into it,
and i kind of wasn't either. i started to feel
a little guilty that he wasn't there, but i
figured it would be fine. i got really, super
drunk off white wine and stumbled my way
through a sea of random women i didn't know,
one which i thought was my old friend/co
worker heather hill. but it wasn't. they
rearragned the furniture before sitting and i
remember drunenly stumbling through them and
maing some joke about feng shui. then i went
downstairs, i had been hanging out on the
roof, but it was like a chill apartment
building roof. when i got in the elevator,
randy was there. i was surprised to see him
and asked why he was even there. he was
offended and was like of course i'm here, and
he was pissed i was drunk. he had his guitar
and said he had to go perform. i followed him,
drunk and upset, spilling my wine everywhere
begging him to not be mad and confused as to
why he was. the venue was decorated
beautifully. there were deep red decorations
everywhere, against a stark white backdrop.
tall ceilings, big windows. red hearts, red
roses. there was also punk rock decorations,
black and spikes and studs. i followed randy
outside but lost him. there was a sea of
people. it was a huge expansive outdoor area,
like what i imagine a country club to be like.
there was a little lake with a long dock, and
a gazebo, all white. i wandered through the
crowds, looked aaround, there were hundreds of
people everywhere and i couldn't find randy.
eventually i went back inside and down a
hallway and he was sucked behind a door. when
i found him he seemed unsurprised. behind the
door was a world renowed barber shop where he
had just gotten his hair cut. he had a black
mohawk and it looked amazing. it was stick
straight and shiny with red in it, and studs.
and it had some clipper work leading from it
onto his head. not sure of the design, but it
was piecy like leopard print or just a
geometrical design. he also had a rat tail
from the mohawk with silver accents. it looked
amazing. he was putting his shirt back on and
he looked at me matter of fact and solemn and
just said "i don't think this really has to do
with you being drunk" he was implying that we
had nothing in common. he said "do you want to
just call it quits and leave it at that?"
basically like, we gave it the old college try
but it just ain't working. my heart
immediately sank and i wanted to beg and cry.
i woke up crying
I had a dream about being in Switzerland with 2 Swiss gangsters of Turkish origin and Michael Corleone. We were in a hotel looking for a man named Federico. We came in demanding money from him with Michael being the most stern out of all of them. The gangsters then almost beat him to death. We then left the scene and me along with the Swiss Turk gangsters to the nearest train station. I then left alone and was probably in a random ghetto Los Angeles neighborhood sitting in a car bypassing a barber shop listening to a Drake song which does not release yet in real life.
Being chased by man with rusty chainsaw. Legs feel heavy. Found refuge in barber shop and friends formed a wall to protect me.
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