Warhol

I dreamt I was sitting in a store. There were chairs in a waiting type area like you might find in the shoe department. I was looking down at my bags with purchases when someone walked up to me and started doing something with my hair. When I had been looking down, all of my hair had fallen in front of my face. The someone messing with my hair was a man, that man was Andy Warhol. He had seen my hair all fallen down and assumed that is how I had styled my hair... long and stringy and in the face. Something about it inspired him and he continued with the style until he felt satisfied with my look. He was pleased and so was his two person entourage. His project was done, and he moved along.

I got up from my seat as my friend was ready to go now. I followed her by a kiosk where they were handing out free tiny lipstick samples. I picked up a larger one and a plastic capsule type container that seemed to be full of other shades. I was pleased with myself. Not for picking out the lucky sample, but that I didn't feel guilty for getting the best option, that maybe I was deserving of something nice. I was getting looks and smiles about my hair. I knew it wasn't what one would consider attractive normally, but it worked for me. I could feel pieces of his thoughts in my head... here to be you, not a duplicate of something else, which is the one thing you really can not succeed at... It felt good.