I dreamed last night that Glen and I were somewhere like Las Vegas or Monte Carlo. I am going with Monte Carlo because it was darker and more old worldish. At any rate, he woke me up and pulled me out of my room because we were going shopping. I was stumbling around half awake trying to get ready when I looked in the mirror at myself. To my total shock and amazement, somewhere in the middle of the night my hair turned jet black. Not the kind of black it was when I still had black hair, but black like a very bad dye job. It was dull and grungy and about 3 inches longer and way more shaggy than it is now,  and the clothes I had thrown on (obviously mine) we very grunge, like I was a bad rock star. I also no longer had wrinkles on my face or neck, but I wasn't any younger, nor did I look any younger, I just looked smoother than I do now.

I still don't get that dream. I just know I was ceratinly shocked. My mouth hit the floor in my dream. I was like "What the fuck!?"  I suppose I will never get that dream, but it would be nice to understand why my subconscious dredged that one up for my personal night time viewing pleasure.

Maybe I really do win the lottery and get that plastic surgery done. Maybe it's a prophetic dream of me and Glen globe trotting after a trip to Thailand to have all this plastic surgery done that we want. Maybe. Yeah right. <grin>

I do know there is no fucking way I am going to dye my hair dull black or go for the grunge look at my age (or any age, I was more goth than anything else in my youth). Oh well. Just thought I'd share that tid bit of dream information with y'all.