swamp monsters, robert de niro, Do-it-yourself Nip & Tuck

Drove to Seattle to get something. Not sure what. I was walking around some campus or gated neighborhood. There was a large pond in the middle that was full of vegetation like seaweed. It seemed dangerous like it could suck you up at any time. Then I saw a wolf. I wasn't sure if I was more scared of it or the pond. It seemed to be stuck out in the middle and although I didn't want to get bit, or swallowed by the pond, I couldn't just let it drown. I started walking through the long tendrils of green and slipping under the water. Although it was evening, underwater I could see figures swimming not to far away. They were not human, although I would see what looked like a human foot moving. Their heads were long, with their mouths protruding out past their nose and forehead.

They were scary and I was looking at how soon I would reach the wolf. I thought even if they got me and the wolf, I could live with that more than I could never having tried. I reached the wolf and took it back to shore. Then it had turned into more of a dog and had a collar. I looked to try and see where it belonged. I didn't want to chance it getting stuck in the pond again. I dark haired women saw me and let me in. I think it was her dog, but it was unclear. She just welcomed me in and fed me and gave me a room to stay in. It felt ok to be there, but I felt like I needed to go. I had a class back in Portland and it would be (in my dream) a 3-4 hour drive. I decided to sleep a bit then take a shower and get going. I arrived a bit late, but it would be fine. As I was walking through campus, I saw one of my instructors, Robert De Niro. He was a nice man and smart, but he wasn't one to let you get away with things... but also wasn't one for guilt. When I saw him I realized that I had forgotten my 4 other classes that I had signed up for that semester. I had attended the first class of each but then focused on the one so much that I lost track of the others. I explained it to him wanting him to understand that I wasn't being a flake. He seemed fine with it in a ... no babies died, sort of way.  Then I walked over to some friends. They were all having lunch on the grass under a tree. I sat with them and was making things out of the plants and grass. One girl and I were trying to tie something to a string with these long reeds of grass. She was half hazardly twisting things around.

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I had this do-it-yourself kit for eye lines. I think you were supposed to lightly slice with an exacto type blade, barely piercing the skin, and then with some ointment etc.., everything would heal tighter than before. I had not had a steady hand or didn't read the instructions because I had sliced all the way through. I could see the fat layers under my cheek. I for some reason took a pair of tweezers too it too thinking maybe I should take some fat out. I thought it would be difficult and I would only be able to get out small bits at a time but large pieces came out. I was nausious to think what I did to myself. I had a cut between my eye and my nose, horizontally across my forhead and under they eye. I needed to get to a professional. I showed a doctor what I had done and he was nonchalant about it. He said make an appointment. An appointment wouldn't be for two days. By then my face may stay like that or fall off! He said it would be ok.

Then I went to get my hair done. Somehow I had dark brown, almost black hair and it looked good. Mind you, it wasn't my face or my haircut. I couldn't decide if I should go ahead an go brunette or stay blond. No one seemed to be helpful in giving me feedback either. Going brunette felt like a change for change without a guarantee, but in a good way. Blond felt good, but like I was wimping out and not moving forward with my life.