hairdresser and ratios

The night before last I dreamt that I went back to a hairdresser I used to go to. I wanted him to cut my hair. I sat in his chair as we chatted and he stood about a foot or more away from the chair and kept twirling it and would touch and fluff and spray my hair as I spun. It was like I was a lump of clay on a pottery wheel. When he was done I noticed he didn't cut anything... He said he thought it needed to grow.

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Last night I dreamt that I was with my Spanish friend Tomas. We were going on a picnic of sorts. He was driving an older station wagon, something that felt practical but good, and we stopped in the country somewhere. Some open field, grass etc. Then three guys came buy... a blondish guy who was Italian, an older Italian man and then a taller man with dark hair, cut very close but he didn't say much. I only saw his back. The blond guy wanted me to come with them. He was saying we should be together, get married etc., the older man just wanted to talk... , sit, relax, eat and talk some more. I told the blond guy that I wouldnt' go with him. I was here today to have a picnic with my friend. He was disappointed but then left with the tall guy. The older man sat down with us and talked about a discovery. He was talking about the numbers 666 and how all this time we had confused these numbers for something they were not. He kept saying .. they are a ratio... like three dimensional (or something like it) ratio of sorts and that it has a lot of power. He said.. I broke a dish and used 666 to ?? capture/use the power of the breakage...

then I woke up.