MadamAurantia

I don't know if I was lucid or not. But I was watching a TV recording of a freaky ballet based on some kind of 18th Century French Novel. Then there was an ad for a warped Peter Pan sequel, really New Agey. Then I left to go work in a theatre, which had a few levels of basement in descending levels of decay as they went downwards. In the lowest level, I found one of my French profs, my favorite one, also working on the stage piece the theatre was putting on (My old theatre prof was the director of this piece.). It turned out to be the same freaky ballet, and he was consulting on historical accuracy.

We chatted for a while, and we both found out that he's related to my husband's side of the family by marriage. Someone else's, not his, as he's never been hitched. We had a few moments of "Cool, we're kind of maybe related!" before the director sent me to a beauty parlor to get supplies.

I didn't fit in there any better than I do in real beauty places. Someone tried to convince me to cut all my hair off, showing me a wig with "Lesbian Chic" short hair in 5 different shades from yellow to red. I know this hair now; a few years ago I had an erotic dream featuring a chick with this hair. Odd. Sexy, though... I'd forgotten about that dream...

They completely ignored what I was needing, telling me that these colors were no good for me... but I needed them for someone else, I worked in a theatre, but no one even seemed to hear that part. I left angry, and it was dark. Kind of stormy, too, though I vaguely remember seeing stars. Then I woke up, happy because I didn't have to really go back and tell this theatre prof that her favorite salon wouldn't sell me anything basically because I was so ugly they wanted to fix me rather than help me.

This theatre prof's rage is notorious. I don't ever want her pissed at me. Not even in a dream.