I am riding up a ski lift over an unsowy mountian. Not knowing wny I am here, or even thinking to think such a thought I ride to the top where something in the view reminds me I am looking for an old school-teacher of mine. I go inside the cabin and decide that I need dreadlocks (my real-life hair is not down past my cheeks yet). Within seconds I have rolled the short, thin, straight hair into tight dreadlocks down to my ass. I can't believe the sensation as I wave my head around. I can feel the weight - like I have a whole new set of appendages.
Now I feel prepared, but as I walk towards the exit of the cabin I am suddenly in a motel room with an unknown younger lady lying on the floor between the beds on a pile of pillows, she is wearing a
Mindfold and her face turns towards me as she tells me how beautiful my dreads are becoming. This confuses me because they already are. So I turn to look into the large vanity mirror facing every motel room bed. Lo and behold I have at least 5 of those glass 7-day candles woven into some dreads, and birds are hanging a nest on another, along with the assortment of beads and other colorful devices.
This menagerie is more than my belief can suspend and I awake.
