Thursday, April 22, 2010

short post about short hair

I had a dream last night that it was after transplant and I had very, very short hair. In the dream, I kept trying to put on wigs to cover up my near baldness but they all ended up upside -down on my head, a pretty ridiculous sight, even in a dream. They were sticking up at odd angles and the hair was piled onto my head with the cap of the wig plopped right on top. The wigs would slide off of my head or the hair would end up in my eyes, but I couldn't figure out why. At the end of the dream, I was standing in my bedroom and saw myself in the mirror with the wig on upside-down and my face all puffy. I took the wig off and discarded it (one of those, item-just-disappears-because-this-is-a-dream things). With the wig gone and my hair very short and a strange watery color brown, my face puffy and unfamiliar clothing on, I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. Like, I knew it was me, clearly, but it wasn't me. It was almost a ghost of me, not all there somehow. After that moment the dream sort of melted into a new dream and on I went into my subconcious for a few more hours, but when I woke this morning, the wig dream was all I could think about.

There is probably some very profound imagery going on, but I only took one psychology class in college and I think I only got a B-.  Gonna sit with this one for a little while and see what comes up. Huh.


  1. Hey dear friend! As you know I am not a regular facebook checker and I am catching up your blog, which I love reading. You are a sensation and have a great sense of humor, when I am sure there days that are not so much. Keep that pretty chin up :-) Always in my thoughts!!!


  2. My first guess is that you subconsciously (if not consciously as well) fear losing your hair and having to wear wigs and just not looking like yourself. But then, I also only took once psychology class in college so I could be completely wrong. Hope you're doing well. :)

    <3Liz C

  3. Hi Laura,
    Two questions surface from this dream for me, both philosophical musings:
    --would a person's *essence* change with another person's stem cells (bone marrow)? At what point would 'I' become myself again?
    --will you still be yourself with a changed appearance? And how differently will
    the world treat you with a changed appearance?
    Not easy, but worth mulling over. Big questions of identity.