In my dream, I am shaving -- which for me is a two-step process. One to cut the length of the hair in my goatee so that it is shorter and of even length overall and the other to shave off all the protruding hair around the goatee and up to my sideburns. This second part is a bit tricky as I try to clearly define the edges of the goatee without cutting the hair of the goatee itself.
As the dream starts, I am engaged in this defining part of the process and have decided that I don't have to look at myself in the mirror to do that. And because I'm not looking at my reflection, I cut off a considerable amount of goatee hair. It only takes a half second of lost concentration for this to happen. And it happened.
Looking in the mirror, it's obvious to me that I can't compensate the razor's intrusion into my goatee by shaving off the hair on the opposite side. It would look truly weird to do so.
So I have no real choice but to shave off the entire goatee -- a solution which doesn't bother me that much, as I am now curious as to what my face looks like without any facial hair. (Now that I'm writing this, I realize I might have saved the mustache, but that didn't occur to me in the dream. And I think that if I had thought of it, I would have shaved the mustache off anyway.)
There's a "time lapse" in the dream, whereby the process of removing what was left of the goatee is removed. One moment I have my goatee and the next moment it's gone.
Looking at my now-naked face, I am surprised as to how much younger I look without the goatee. In part, that's because the wrinkles in my face are either gone completely or are a lot less prominent. I now have the face of someone who is 40 years old or younger.
I'm quite pleased.
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It is apparent to me that this dream reflects my feelings on discovering some old love letters written to me by a woman roughly 55 years ago. I came across the letters completely by accident -- and had no idea I had kept them.
But the effect of the letters has been profound on my feelings about this girl -- feelings that I had obviously simply set aside or forgotten or suppressed or whatever. That the feelings were a complete surprise, And I cherish these renewed feelings.
She and I got along (my recollection) beautifully for months or maybe a year or two. I don't recall. And I don't recall the details of our break-up -- just that I was angry at something she did. And from where I am and who I am now, I'm afraid that the break-up was completely my fault and that I might have hurt her in the process.
I am now committed to try and re-establish some relationship with her -- if I can find her. I only recall that she was a student at Queens College in Kingston, Ontario at the time.
I realize the result of that search might seriously damage my relationship with Deb, but I tell myself this desire to try and find her would likely just fester. And the odds of locating her are remote in any case.
But I take the meaning of my dream to be that the search offers a healthy rejuvenation.
It says here...
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