(7/28/06) a place as nice as this should be full by now; my feminine hairstyle and identity

(Entered in paper journal at 9:10 AM at Starbucks at 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)

Dream 1

I and a group of people went into a very quiet restaurant/bar. The place had yellow, stucco-like walls and a Latin feel. A few of us walked up to the bar. The bartender, a woman, said she was surprised we had the place all to ourselves.

I turned to a friend (who looked like my coworker DE, except with long, black hair and skater clothes) and chuckled to him that what the bartender said was kind of quaint.

"DE" got indignant and said, "Well, it is surprising! A place as nice as this should be full by now. I mean, it's a bar!"

Dream 2

I was in a "barber shop," which was like a basement of some old, Latin-style, cathedral-like building, very plain, dank, etc. I sat in a barber's chair before a plain, arched entrance to a hallway full of arched hallways and stairways. The barber brushed out my hair and styled it in a feminine style. I stood and walked to a woman and hugged her.

Now it was like I watched myself standing (again) and walking to and embracing the woman. "I" was supposed to be a beautiful, skinny woman. But I didn't have a great body, and my face and hair were kind of dumpy. My hair was enormous, below my waist, frizzy, messy. "I" said something romantic to the other woman.

Now (seeing from "her/my" point of view again) I looked to my left, up to a TV on a stairwell wall, to watch the whole scene. Now I saw the woman ("I") standing where the TV had been. She was dressed in a rough robe like a prisoner or a resident in an old insane asylum.

I thought, Well, my hair didn't get cut at all. I have to get it cut.

I sat back down in the barber's chair. A guy stood behind me and began cutting my hair.