I am in a barbershop looking through a strange assortment of menu tabs offering hair cuts of various length. There are red tabs and green tabs – the red tabs are for hair cuts.
I keep thinking should I get a long hair cut that a fighter would get.
Across from me there is a man on an operating chair who seems to be getting brain surgery, only it is that special kind of brain surgery where they keep you conscious.
I pick up a catalogue and begin looking through photos of past surgeons and patients during operations. I notice some female patients have their breasts exposed – I find this strange.
Suddenly I am called – It is my turn.
I climb onto the chair and decide on long hair and hand the tab to my friend, but in doing so I accidentally choose a green tab – which is for brain surgery – instead of the red tab.
I bring this to their attention and my friend says we ca talk about it after as the anesthetic is administered.
They wheel me into a corner as I wait for the count, but I get a nervous feeling it won’t work and I’ll remain awake while they operate.
I slowly drift off and wake up.
10 – May – 15
“This dream is from a time when I was learning Maui Thai.
In the club where I trained all the good fighters were bald and skinny making them all look the same – like some crazy crew of Buddhist monks who’s meditation is holding a plank exercise for three minutes straight while the coach kicked them in the stomach.
When I was sparring with these guys my long hair would always flop into my eyes – blinding me. These guys were merciless when this happened and viciously tagged me while I pushed my hair back out of my vision. A few times I went home with a sore head because of this and I would worry was I getting brain damage from all this trauma, leading me to consider the need of getting a haircut, which would shape my identity further into a fighter.
This dream is a beautiful blending of these fears of brain damage and their root cause – my long hair – mixed into a surreal and funny scene.”