allisons epic haircut

I love when my real life thoughts and dealings are played out in dream scenarios. In real life, I made hair appointments for myself and friend C for this weekend, and apparently I’m having a little anxiety about how my hair experience will go (read: if I will end up Dora-tastic again), which has resulted in a series of salon-set dreams lately.Tyra and MeSetting: Lobby of a fancy looking Aveda Salon and SpaScene 1: Friend C and I are there checking in for our going-to-be-fabu haircuts, and the receptionist calls back to our stylists to come meet us. My stylist comes out first and we begin talking about the type of cut I want. When I describe to her the length and the amount I want cut off, she pulls a pair of scissors out of her little stylist tool belt/apron thing and without warning, grabs my hair and cuts it off above my chin. I vividly remember looking down at a 4 in long ponytail on the ground of the lobby.Scene 2: Enter: Tyra Banks, Salon Owner and Manager. (This is the part where I try to deny that I’ve been watching America’s Next Top Model and that’s why she of all celebrities would have a cameo in my dream.) Tyra asks me what kind of cut I think I’m going to get. I describe to her the same thing I said to my stylist, and she then tells me that my hair is far too short for that cut, and that I should have thought of that before I came. The stylist stands there next to Tryra in snobbish concurrence. I point out the ponytail, at which point Tyra snaps her fingers and a very short worker scuttles in, promptly sweeping it away (Aveda has Umpa Lumpas?). Friend C who has witnessed the whole thing is now speaking up for me that I had long enough hair before crazy-psycho stylist lady hacked it off. A heated debate ensues, and I end up leaving without ever sitting in a spiny salon chair.