Dream Journal
My brother John’s house was very quiet, clean, open and spacious. Steve, Byrd, Rose and I were the only ones there. A pile of my freshly-trimmed hair sat on the counter in the kitchen. I glued some of the hair to Byrd’s cup as a joke.
Rose declared that she was going to glue a lot of the hair to Tay’s cereal bowl. Rose said that she will make the hair thick and black. I went into the living room and sat on the couch next to Steve. He asked how Rose was going to make the hair thick and dark. I shrugged.
Themes: Steve