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Last night I dreamed that someone shaved my head in my sleep. When I woke up for real I was very relieved that it was all still there.
Admittedly I have had a few dreams to that effect, in my most recent one it was I who cut off my hair (horror of all horrors lol).
Yeah I get those from time to time.. others or me damaging or cutting part or all of it.
Also for that reason I hide all scissors and razory things well and far away before sleep so I don't sleepwalk or anything ambitious like that! :| I wish I was kidding about that.
Strange dreams some people do have! I must admit to tend to lay off the cheese after about 7.00pm!
Cheers,
John.B
Well in all my measly 16 or 17 years of having long hair I
have never had one of those dreams. I usually dream of flying
high through the clouds (dodging the occasional Jumbo).
What would Freud say?
"What would Freud say?"
Uhh, super-ego trying to castrate your id?
Oh well, at least scissors aren't embedded into our collective unconscious...
... are they,... Carl?
Brown bread!
I'm sure he'd try to blame your mother some how!
peace, jonalbear
I'd avoid any spicy food just before bedtime and a shot of schnapps just
before you hit the pillow might help.This information not endorsed by the AMA.lol
Mark
I have an occasional nightmare but never about having my head shaved! Lol.
Oh, I called up Sigmund (he's not dead, he lives in Canada) he said, "I think your dream is about you fear of loosing your manhood. Of course we all know that long hair is just an extension of the male genitals. So in effect, you have a fear of being castrated."
Paul
Actually Paul, Sigmund has yet moved again, and is currently residing in New Zealand (but illegally) -- worried about the nuclear holocaust, you know, and feeling that the Southern Hemisphere is a far safer place to hang out in than frigid Canada...
However, as far as Mr. Banana and his 2 nutty friends go, Sigmund told me directly that the true symbolism behind Tony's nightmare is that of fearing his mother will come into his room in the middle of the night without his permission, causing her to discover his secret stash of National Geographic magazines and too many Disney videos hiding in his underwear drawer. His secret horror of this fearful thought alone is enough to make Mr. Banana shrivel into an impotent, useless nectarine, -- and WORSE... that he might suddenly break out into spontaneous singing of old show tunes and slow sentimental love songs (in other words, a disease WORSE than castration - LOL)!!
- Ken