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.