Last night, I dreamed I had a mullet. Not just a regular mullet, but an over-gelled, blonde-streaked, permed on top mullet. I kept combing it and trying to make it not be a mullet, but there was nothing I could do. No matter how much product I applied, it was still a mullet. I woke up in a cold sweat, and grabbed at my hair. Luckily, it was just a dream.
Posted in Dreams
Lesbian angst? What else was in the dream? Sounds most interestin’
By: Cap'n Dyke on May 9, 2006
at 10:45 pm
That's all I can remember, staring into a mirror at the hideous head of hair I had somehow spawned. I think it may have something to do with sexual identity, but I'm certainly not denying my dykehood at the moment. Hmmm.
By: Kathryn on May 10, 2006
at 7:58 pm
Mayhaps someone you’ve seen recently that you might have been attracted to, except for her hairstyle?
By: Cap'n Dyke on May 10, 2006
at 11:55 pm
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