Dreams. Our subconscious at work. They supposedly have all sorts of meanings, and if this is true, I need some serious help unraveling the doozy I had last night. Here goes:
I dreamt that I was wandering around my old high school, pregnant, and in need of a hair cut. I managed to find my French teacher, who offered to cut my hair AND give me some colored extensions. I asked him to cut off half an inch, redo my layers, and give me pink, purple, and black colored extensions.
The next thing I know, I'm carrying a baby around the school and am apparently, a student. The warning bell has rung and I'm freaking out because I don't know which class I'm supposed to be in and I haven't managed to name the baby yet. I told someone that I wanted to incorporate some derivative of "Barbara" into the baby's name (side note: Barbara is the name of a cousin who passed away from lung cancer several months ago in real life).
Apparently, I'd sat through several classes and made my way into the restroom where I got my first look at my hair cut. My teacher had cut 8 inches off instead of the 1/2 inch I'd requested and the highlights were bleeding so that I had some giant pink, purple, and black stripes on one side of my head (it actually looked pretty good). I had an absolute fit about my long hair having been cut off, was peeved that the baby was weeks old and I still hadn't managed to name her, and I couldn't figure out why I was in high school.
The last bit of the dream that I remember was seeing myself in the main office yelling, "Why am I in high school again? I have a flipping master's degree!"
… What in the name of Benjamin Button does all of this mean? Please, help me unravel this…