Here are this morning’s dreams. I have put them together as one because although there was a gap there seems a connection.
I am in a hairdressers where people are speaking in French. It is pretty busy. It is my turn and I approach a barber’s chair. A young woman with dark hair approaches and puts a cover all around my neck and over my shoulders. She asks what I want done. In a mixture of French and English I explain that I would like a short back and sides and a scissor cut on top. I say that I used to have #2 clippers in the UK which translates to 6mm here. {Factual account}.
She starts cutting the hair on my right hand side of the head. She shows me some long grey hairs that she has cut off. She comments that they are in very poor condition. She asks if I use conditioner. No.
I know that I only have a single £10 note in my wallet. She says that she could wash and condition my hair. It would cost €17. I say that I could go out into the central square in Guingamp to withdraw money. She says that it would be free this time.
She continues to do my hair and notices a flaky patch of skin with some kind of small growth. She says that she could sort it out. It would take 210 sessions at €17.
There is a pause in the dream. She and her husband are now partially dressed. She is wearing jogging bottoms a small black sports bra. I am out of the chair and kneeling on the floor. She pulls my head to her bare stomach and continues to cut the left hand side of my hair.
I know in the dream that this is all about my social self-image being tatty and old.
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I am at some big social gathering. We are all sat at round tables with ~8 people per table. It is a wedding of sorts. A representative of the groom comes over to me and asks if I will read the speech for the groom. He would be honoured. I ask to see the speech before I agree. I look through the document which has emojis. I cannot see my self reading from this script. It comes from a place, a view, which I do not recognise nor could I emulate.
I explain to the representative that because I am cognitively different, I would struggle in trying to convey this script. I would rather that the groom did it. He takes the script back and there is an air of disappointment.
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Dream ends
Dreamyoga 