Last night was a strange dream. I remember going into a fictional shopping area that shows up regularly in my dreams. (No comments from the peanut gallery about the shopping). genebob was with me and needed to get a haircut. I was standing behind him as a girl had trouble evening up the back of his hair. It had that fast-forward feel that is either the way we dream or just the way we remember them - very disjointed. The next thing I knew, the back of genebob's head had a completely bald streak in it where the girl had messed up. We got the manager, they showed it to him as they tried to figure out ways to fix it (other than just shaving the rest), and he momentarily flipped out. We eventually got him back in the place to get his hair fixed.
Why did it give me anxiety for someone ELSE to have a problem with their hair? Do I have some sort of guilt over support of someone else? Is it guilt because I got sick and didn't go see Hay-Jax in the hospital this week, although I promised? Is it being overwhelmed with work, kids and life in general?
We'll never know. But, genebob - just to be safe, don't run out and get a haircut anytime soon *laugh*