Perhaps This Is My Punishment for Making Fun of Frank?

[queerbychoice]

I just woke up SO ALARMED, from a nightmare in which I woke up SO ALARMED, because in the nightmare I woke up to discover that I must have had some freak accident with the household bleach the night before, because half my hair had turned white. And it hadn't turned white in any remotely natural pattern; my hair dries into ringlets and half the ringlets were wholly white while the other half were wholly brown and there was no mixing anywhere.

It was a terrible dilemma for me. I hate being asked questions by strangers, and I hate people making false assumptions about me, so I was tempted to call work and say I'd be a little late today and then spend the time trying to dye the white back to my natural color, to avoid being asked questions and having people assume that I had been feeling some deep psychological need to make myself look all punk and cool or something. But I also do not like the feeling of worrying about changing my own appearance because of what other people will think - it takes more courage to just leave it however it is and resolve not to care what they think. And the half-white hair wasn't really that bad, objectively speaking; it was just the questions and assumptions from others that I was dreading and panicking over.

Now I am experiencing great relief that none of this actually happened.

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[donutgirl.livejournal.com]

I used to have dreams all the time that someone cut off my hair, and then I would be so relieved when I woke up. Even more often, I dream that my eyes have gone bad and I'll need glasses. Every one else in my immediate family wears glasses, and some of their eyes are really quite bad, so I've always been terribly nervous that someday my eyes will go bad too.

Although Freud would perhaps say the eye dream was a castration anxiety, and was about a loss of s3xuality and power... but I think Freud would be wrong in this case.