1. In the grandma house, only it's a girls' dorm, too. Showering in the bathroom of a friend. I go through her cupboard of toiletries and see it's full of yummy Lush (an English handmade cosmetics company) bath products. Mmmm: nice smelly henna/coffee shampoo and conditioner. I lather up my hair, but when I reach for the conditioner it's not in the cupboard. I paw through the bottles, they're all boring standard stuff now! I stand there with my hair lathered and piled on my head like a wet muskrat...
2. A couple of segments later I'm in the living room of the grandma house taking a belly dance lesson from a tall blonde woman. For some reason I'm wearing a narrow cage crinoline made of red chiffon. We are doing spins and some short footwork routine. There's a knock at the door and it's Cory Schneider (high school friend whom I haven't seen since '83). "Here's that shampoo you were looking for!" Yay! lol
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Both together: I'm working on something, trying to improve myself. It sounds like I have a solution, but what is it? Does somebody from my past, or a part of me long suppressed, have what I need? The hoopskirt in dance class is interesting: am I "caging" my dancing? Hm, I have been neglecting it lately...
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