There’s a few people in my life that just don’t like me. I’m usually fine with that. Every once in awhile I do an inventory and ask myself if i’m harboring any great ill will toward any of them. If I am, i pray until i’m not. No biggie. It’s my system and it works for me. But the other night I suppose i had let it go too long, and my subconscious really needed to point that out. And oh! my subconscious is funny.
I dreamed that one of these people (a woman) was dating a 21yr old drag queen, who wore his hair just like hers. She was crazy in love with him, and pregnant with his child. Not just a little pregnant. TWELVE months pregnant. Hee hee. I woke up and giggled into my pillow until i woke the baby.
Then the next day? Big annoying ‘what goes around comes around’ kinda thing. And hello? I only DREAMED she was a year pregnant with a weird boyfriend with HER hair. just a dream! But I channel flipped and came across MY hair. Not on a woman. Not even on a drag queen.
On Billy Ray Cyrus.
Uh. huh. I have Billy Ray Cyrus Hair, minus the blond highlights. Last I checked, (circa 1992) he had a mullet and we didn’t look anything alike.
(If you care to see my hair, visit CMT and watch the Wanna Be Your Joe video. Yo. That’s me.)