In my dream, I am at dinner with my family back at 1209. Things are going smoothly, and I am standing up beside the dinner table when She comes rushing in and right past everyone.
"She" is an amalgam of several women I have known: mainly Mary Maguire and Allison Prettyman.
She is clearly upset about something -- and barely recognizable because of Her hair. I have always known Her for having lovely long, flowing darfk brown or black hair; but now Her hair is now short, ridiculously poofed up, curly, and a pinkish orange or orangy pink. She's rushed past all of us clearly because She wants to be there, but doesn't want to be seen because of Her hair. She's always taken good care of Her hair, and clearly someone has done something dreadful to it -- something that won't be easy or quick to fix. Her attitude is a mixture of anger and panic and embarrassment.
She comes back into the family dinner area and starts talking very quickly about what happened to Her and Her apologies and her anger. No one in particular is talking to Her -- or even looking at Her -- but everyone is quiet. Her just being there seems to be calming Her down, for which I am grateful. She seems to recognize that She is surrounded by friendly folks that She knows and who know Her, and I am sure that we can calm Her down completely and make Her understand that our feelings for Her haven't changed with Her hairstyle.
In the midst of all this, my brother David spills his drink (iced tea, I think) over his food and surrounding area. While this is a bit annoying, I think the diversion from Her hair is a good thing.
