Fine 4s
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I was sitting in my previous stylist's chair in preparation for a light blowout. As she blew my hair, she said “ I can’t wait to press your hair and see how long it really is!” I smiled at the thought. She parted the middle of my hair with her hands and arms to reach the scalp to [I assume] know where to place the blow dryer. She used a blow dryer without a comb attachment and a Denman brush to detangle and straighten. She laughed as she mentioned that her blow dryer broke and that she was using a client’s blow dryer. I tried to see what brand it was but couldn’t get a clear shot.
A few minutes later, when my hair was straight enough for my taste, I felt something warm against my scalp, then, some tension. I looked closely, and noticed a bright purple tool emerging from my mane. I jumped up from the chair screaming "I didn't want to straighten my hair!" as I pointed to the flat iron she was holding with no heat protection in sight. Her jaw fell wide open; she looked embarrassed. I touched the section she had just completed and it was silky straight! At that point I was ready to go. I asked her to tie my hair up so I can pay for her services and leave. There was an awkward silence as I walked out of that salon.
I got home and when I undid my bun, my hair felt very different from my natural, kinky twists. I wasn't sure I liked that feeling either. My hair felt so light that I wondered if it was thinning out. I asked my mother to take a picture of it so I could have a basis for comparison later. I was so upset that I buried my head in my hands and cried my little heart out.
Needless to say my mother thought I lost my mind.
Then, I woke up!
Ladies, I was crying in my dream because I straightened my hair.
WTH?
A few minutes later, when my hair was straight enough for my taste, I felt something warm against my scalp, then, some tension. I looked closely, and noticed a bright purple tool emerging from my mane. I jumped up from the chair screaming "I didn't want to straighten my hair!" as I pointed to the flat iron she was holding with no heat protection in sight. Her jaw fell wide open; she looked embarrassed. I touched the section she had just completed and it was silky straight! At that point I was ready to go. I asked her to tie my hair up so I can pay for her services and leave. There was an awkward silence as I walked out of that salon.
I got home and when I undid my bun, my hair felt very different from my natural, kinky twists. I wasn't sure I liked that feeling either. My hair felt so light that I wondered if it was thinning out. I asked my mother to take a picture of it so I could have a basis for comparison later. I was so upset that I buried my head in my hands and cried my little heart out.
Needless to say my mother thought I lost my mind.
Then, I woke up!
Ladies, I was crying in my dream because I straightened my hair.
WTH?
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Crazy hair dreams - is that what happens after a while on this forum? (I had one too last night.)
