Guest Post – TBF

Lessa’s Note: To celebrate my ability to NOT POST TODAY if I don’t want too, I give you a Guestpost by TBF via email. He has the LOVELIEST dreams…

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I… had a dream.
Last night I had the weirdest dream.
One of those short little flashes that only lasts a few clipcuts of whatever movie your brain’s only partially attending to before you wake up.
I guess more a music video dream than an actual movie.
Too bad there was no soundtrack.

But a little backstory, first.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had a haircut.
The sides have grown out to like… almost two inches long.
(yes, bedhead in the morning is hysterical)
Mohawks are not conducive to cold weather by a long shot.
Weather’s been nice here up until two days ago when we got our first snow.
Goddammit it’s COLD when that breeze hits.
Factor in all the metal I have in my left ear and, well, you get the point.
Anyway – summary to this all is that my hair’s a little shaggy.

So, in this dream, apparently I figured I needed a haircut.
But, by the shock I was experiencing at waking up and seeing this – most likely someone else figured I needed a trim and did so while I was asleep.
Somehow, I’m standing in front of myself sitting on the couch (not my couch, either) and look at what harm has been done to my hair.
It’s a bloody dream, I can stand in front of myself if I want to.
Even reach out and run fingers through my hair to find out that, indeed, it has been unmercifully hacked.
No rhyme, reason, or even a dub for cab fare.
(I felt so used)
Find that the top portion now matches the length of the sides.
Not the back as well, or even any neatening done on the sides… just……. the top’s been trimmed.

Then, to my horror, this riddlesome equation enters my mind as my own fingers are running through drastically shortened locks.

What do you get when you trim a mohawk to where the top matches the length of the grown out sides?

Hm?
Do you know?
C’moooon. Think about it just a little more.
Yes.
That’s right.
…. a MULLET.

I was slowly backing away when I woke up.

(and the sheer lunacy is that I actually admit things like this to you)

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Lessa’s PS: Oh. How I love him. *cracking UP!*