Part I: The Hairdresser

Date: 6/24/2016

On top of a tall building in a crowded city, looks like it could be New York. There's a salon up here, looks a little expensive for me but I need a haircut. I try to take the next open chair but a commotion down on the street below has everyone's attention. We rush to the edge to have a look, the police are there trying to manage the traffic and the rush of people. Something of a flash mob is going on in the intersection, they're playing volleyball. I lose interest and return to the chair, it's been taken and now my hairdresser is arguing with Jaime from Broad City. I'll never get my haircut. The hairdresser tells me to follow her to the street we'll cut my hair there. ok, nothing odd about that lets go. We sit on a curb across the street from a Gothic church, the hairdresser is arguing with nearby bums about who stole her lighter. they start throwing stones at each other. the dream ends, I still need a haircut.