Crazy Dream!
Okay, rarely do I share my dreams. Here is a crazy one.
I was on my way to the beauty salon to get my new growth twisted. So, I get there, sit in the chair and this West African dude comes out the back and begins to do my hair. There are no mirrors around so I dont see what he is doing. he finishes my hair and hands me a mirror. I look in the mirror and what do I see? He has combled all of my locs loose! My hair was bone straight. I was like, dude, why did you comb my locs out? I worked so hard to loc my hair, wassup?!?! And he simply said, I didnt like the way dreadlocs look on you. I was so heated that he combed my locs out, I began to beat him up. I got on my cell and called by my boys from the block so they can beat him up even more. I was so pissesd and sad. I tried to go to the party that I was planning to go to that night but I didnt want to show up with my hair loose and straight. I jumped in a cab and we drove across the Manhattan bridge and the driver let me off in Chinatown. Then I woke up. Strange.