I dreamt that I was taking a class at a community type college. The rooms seemed a bit dated and hodge podge. We were sat in a U shape around the room and it seemed to be then end of a term. I looked up and saw Elvis' ghost. He was singing. I wasn't sure if he was one of those ghosts that is just an instant in a life replaying... or a thinking/feeling ghost. I decided I would send him thoughts and see if I could get his attention. I got it and we started singing together. Then I was sitting and my professor, who was really my chiropractor (RH) said that he would like to trim my hair. The ends seemed like they needed it so I agreed. He ended up dying my hair a purply red. It wasn't me.... I was upset. I knew that I could go back, but it felt Hercules-esque in that I would lose something of myself by losing my normal hair color. I left the class...
I realized I had left something in there, so I went back up from the outside of the building using the stair case, one that was rarely used. I used a key and got in and another class was being held. I planned to just go in, get my bag and turn around. The instructor, a middle aged brunette, stopped me and said I didn't belong in that class. I tried to tell her that I was in the class before it, but she didn't seem to understand... this was a Jewish class and I didn't belong. I got my bag and left back down the stairs. I sat there for a second going through my bag. It had old dishes and things that I realized I didn't want anymore. I was looking forward to getting rid of them as I felt like they just weighed me down.
Then I went to walk home. I was worried a bit about my hair and what GH would think of it. I was living in a small home behind a home, which was owned by Oprah. She was nice in letting me live there and gave me a tour of the place, apologizing for the small size. I thought it was just perfect. I had seen it as small initially and realized it had another set of rooms that I hadn't seen. I had my old dog Sophie with me and she said, just no peeing in the house. I think she did pee.
Then I thought I saw some poo too, but it was just an old paper bag rumpled up on the floor.
I realized I had left something in there, so I went back up from the outside of the building using the stair case, one that was rarely used. I used a key and got in and another class was being held. I planned to just go in, get my bag and turn around. The instructor, a middle aged brunette, stopped me and said I didn't belong in that class. I tried to tell her that I was in the class before it, but she didn't seem to understand... this was a Jewish class and I didn't belong. I got my bag and left back down the stairs. I sat there for a second going through my bag. It had old dishes and things that I realized I didn't want anymore. I was looking forward to getting rid of them as I felt like they just weighed me down.
Then I went to walk home. I was worried a bit about my hair and what GH would think of it. I was living in a small home behind a home, which was owned by Oprah. She was nice in letting me live there and gave me a tour of the place, apologizing for the small size. I thought it was just perfect. I had seen it as small initially and realized it had another set of rooms that I hadn't seen. I had my old dog Sophie with me and she said, just no peeing in the house. I think she did pee.
Then I thought I saw some poo too, but it was just an old paper bag rumpled up on the floor.
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