Sep. 17, 2003
Last night I didn't sleep too well. the light in the living room 	was 
on and I just don't sleep good when there's light. I'd get 	into a 
position where it wasn't shining on my face, then I'd 	move and get 
light and wake up. feh.
Anyway, I dreamt 	about taking some kind of train trip where I left 
half my 	baggage somewhere or shipped it ahead or something. This part 
had 	my mom, I don't know if she was keeping my baggage or if I had 
been 	visiting her or what. So I'm on the train and I'm washing my 
hair 	(another shower in the middle of a room with no enclosure 	
situation--I dream about that a LOT, what does that even 	MEAN???) and 
Omega & Dionysus from nude yoga/OTO were there. 	I washed my hair and 
it felt all itchy & stingy and there 	was all this sandy, granular 
stuff in the suds. This dark-haired 	young woman I've never met before 
was there telling me that I 	had some kind of bacterial scalp 
infection that was made worse 	every time I shampooed--basically the 
shampoo was feeding the 	bacteria colonies, which would then grow to 
be these 	sandy-feeling masses on my head. So then I was going to put 
Italian 	dressing on my hair, to change the PH levels and kill the 
bacteria. 	She told me it wouldn't work. Then I woke up.
Yecch--just 	thinking about that dream makes my head itch.