Dream Journal
I walked into a huge room that looked like a gymnasium. I was going to be acting in something, and I needed to prepare for it. I pulled a towel off of my head and saw that the hairdresser had bleached it platinum.
He handed me a spray bottle filled with water and told me to wet my hair. I asked if he really wanted me to use the spray bottle - it would take forever to get my hair soaked with it. But he insisted, so I sat down, flipped my hair over my head, and started at the nape of my neck. After an hour, I finished the bottle, but only half of my hair was wet.
As I waited for someone to refill the bottle, the makeup girl came over and put some cream blush on my right cheek while another lady sat on my left and watched. She smudged the blush with her finger down around the corner of my mouth, and then started to put a different color on my left cheek.
I wouldn’t let her - I told her that they were both the wrong colors, and she completely missed my cheek. I was running out of time, but makeup wasn’t going right.