I had a bizarre dream last night in which I begged a lady I didn't know to cut my hair, right then and there in the cereal isle of the grocery store, because I just couldn't stand it anymore. She did, I thanked her, and went about my day. I didn't know what my new hair looked like until I caught my reflection in a mirror at some social event (odd, since I rarely attend such things). It looked, for lack of a better example, a bit like this:
Not as flattering on me, and in the dream it was even weirder.
I went into panic mode. I found the woman who had cut my hair (of course we were at the same party-- or was it in the grocery parking lot?) and screamed at her. She said, "You said you wanted it short," and I said, "Yeah, but not this short! And what's with the color?" (In the dream, in was almost jet black.) She said, "I knew you wanted it colored." Like that was an answer. I said, "I wanted it auburn! It looks like-- like--" I never found out what my dream self thought it looked like. I woke up and saw that it was 9:00, which is when I was supposed to leave.
I was ten minutes late to work because my hair issues have entered my subconscious. Also, because I ignored my alarm.