Dream Entry #001

For some insight, my job is basically being barber, though I have been doing hair for 8 years and have worked in a salon and barber shop back and forth throughout the time.

(Real life) Work was not as it normally is, we have an open cutting-floor, big windows in the front. The color scheme is very neutral with white walls, muted brown floors, our stations are black. Tables and chairs are all metal, so essentially silver, we don't have color in my location, and that's okay. The shop in my dreams was such a downgrade being in a room that was inside this giant building. (In dream) The room itself was big, and if I had to guess I know what building I was in because it's one of the same re-occurring buildings I happen to be inside within a lot of dreams, it's a sky scraper and every single story is different. But, I can't confirm this was in fact that building because the dream did not start the same as it normally would have, it's just a gut feeling. The downside to this building is nothing good ever happens within it, I've escaped death from several different predators on several different stories before; So, I'm wondering why this dream was so bland in comparison.

(In dream) Let's get back to the room, it was just a big white... bright room. I can't even remember the image of my station, the hair cutting chairs were like barstools. They just looked uncomfortable. Now, the client in my chair I have never cut his hair however I know who he is. (Real life) He works a few stores down at the Hope Chest Donations Center, and (real life occurrences) makes comments to me just about every single time he see's me outside in the alley taking out the trash. I'm pretty sure it was also him who (real life occurrences) stopped his truck right in front of me while I was walking in the parking lot to clock in to work, so he could call me cutie and then speed off.

(Real life) Some insight to him: the definition of annoying came from him. We can hear him sing obnoxiously all day, but it's hard to blame him for doing so he works a boring job for 9 hours every day. The actual Hope Chest shop is across the parking lot, so he just takes items that will be listed for sale back and forth all day. His ass-crack is out half the time, he gives me and the other girls at my work weird looks when he see's us. He's not pleasant to be around, I hate seeing him.

(In dream) So this boy is in my chair, and I am cutting his hair. He get's a buzz cut, I'm sure he is low-maintenance (nothing wrong with that), so that's how I am cutting his hair. Maybe a number two on top with a zero on the sides, high fade, easiest haircut one could give. Apparently in this dream he led it on to other people that he and I were an item, and had the balls to tell me so whilst cutting his hair. He is delusional. This news he spread to a former lover of his, who I get a missed call from during his haircut.

(In dream) After the haircut he continues to try to talk to me, maybe trying to pick me up I am unsure, but he would not leave me alone. So I try to act as uninterested as I can and pull my phone out to discover the missed call along with a missed voicemail from this woman whom I've never met. The voicemail she left was full in detail on how she plans to essentially just murder me and everyone I love. As this is happening the shop gets a call and my boss picks up. While being on the phone my boss has her eyes on me. unmoving. I end the voicemail, my boss hangs up the phone. She walks over to me, this man is still talking in the background but at this point it's muffled as I am confused to the situation at hand.

(In dream) My bosses hand grabs my arm and she takes me in to the hallway, and tells me that my "dad" had been killed.

(Real life) So the father that she was talking about was the man who my mother was married to for 13 years, which would be my ages from 2-15. My real father died when I was 13, but was hardly there for me regardless. I do not have a wonderful relationship with the other man, he has his own selfish tendencies he felt he needed to take care of before he wanted to do family related things at all.

(In dream) The news is shocking and my heart swells. I instantly cry, my body falls towards the wall for support. My boss tries to help me up and is telling me something but maybe again through the confusion of the situation at hand my ears cannot make out what she is saying. All my water filled eyes can make out is the floor.

And that's really the end, left on a cliff hanger I'm sure it will never be finished.