Haircuts and Morning Dreams
Aug. 10th, 2005 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzThe drive home from work yesterday was a disaster. Apparently, a car wreck on the KY side of I-75 happened at 10 AM and was still not cleaned up and cleared by 6 PM. That car must have been strewn from one side of the interstate to the other. No real word on what happened yet or if anyone was hurt. Needless to say traffic was backed up all the way into downtown Cincinnati.
After 90 minutes of driving to go 20 miles, I finally made it near home and decided to forgo the gym and get my haircut. One co-worker commented I was getting shaggy and my silver hairs were getting too long. So this gay hairdresser (any man who refers to himself as a "hairdresser" and not a "barber" is either very secure in his masculinity or as gay as Christmas) runs his hands through my hair and goes, "my goodness it's so thick" (hello, it must be Christmas time). He was pretty quick and very attentive, a good conversationalist, and my hair actually looks like I didn't get a haircut (usually my hair sticks up all over the place). I was very pleased. So after a very productive day, I settled in to veg at home and read a bit.
I've been reading a book called "Hell's Gate: Terror at Bobby Mackie's Music World" by Douglas Hensley. Bobby Mackie was country star back in the 1970's. I'd never heard of him, but friends have told me that he was quite popular. Anyway, Bobby lives in Northern KY and owns a bar/club called "Bobby Mackie's Music World" in Wilder, KY, near my town. The place is supposedly haunted. One customer was supposedly assaulted by a ghost in his establishment and actually sued Bobby for damages and it actually made it to court. The guy lost his case and Bobby actually put up a sign in the establishment saying they were not responsible for supernatural incidents. True story, I swear. This story and the bar made the talk show circuit in the 1980's.
So after hearing these stories from co-workers and from TV, I checked out the book to read from the library. Well, the writer is good as the book does send chills down the spine, especially considering that it's supposed to be true and it's just a few miles away from here. The idiot that is me, of course, has been reading this book before bed, a few chapters at a time. Usually, I cope pretty well with a scary story.
Well, what I've been reading apparently fueled quite a dream last night. I was in college (again) and my best friend Brian was in the room next door to mine, which is weird considering we went to different schools several states away from each other. In this middle of doing whatever, this masked serial killer starts hacking his way through my door. Unlike the bimbo chicks in horror flicks, I wasn't wearing high heels or scantly clad outfits, so I managed to run away without tripping. I bolted through the connecting door to Brian's dorm room.
Brian wasn't in, but the killer burst through the closed door like it was toilet paper. All I could think was that Brian was going to be pissed we wrecked his room. Out to the main corridor I ran into a bunch of guys playing video games on an X-Box. I asked the guys, whose leader was a large muscular black guy, that I was being chased by some maniac dressed like Santa Claus. We all turned to see the killer was indeed dressed like Santa and was running at us with machete in hand. Like a group of adolescent Catholic schoolgirls, we screamed and ran out the main door to the campus quad.
I ran to the science building/library, looking behind me to make sure he wasn't there. I got past the librarian even though there was only 15 minutes left before the closed. The place was packed. I took the elevator up to the second floor and got a soda out of the machine in the elevator. Who knew?
I ran into Archie Bunker in a wheelchair (literally) who told me that this was all happening because I was gay and God wouldn't forgive me for that. I told Archie to f*ck off and pushed him into the elevator and hit the down button. Maybe the serial killer was waiting for him downstairs.
Running to the science lab, I quickly started mixing up something to blow the serial killer to bits (I do have a degree in chemistry) when the fire alarm went off... which turned out to be my alarm clock waking me and the dream was done. Part of me kinda enjoys these freaky dreams, so I'll be reading more chapters of the book tonight. Where Archie Bunker came from is beyond me....
After 90 minutes of driving to go 20 miles, I finally made it near home and decided to forgo the gym and get my haircut. One co-worker commented I was getting shaggy and my silver hairs were getting too long. So this gay hairdresser (any man who refers to himself as a "hairdresser" and not a "barber" is either very secure in his masculinity or as gay as Christmas) runs his hands through my hair and goes, "my goodness it's so thick" (hello, it must be Christmas time). He was pretty quick and very attentive, a good conversationalist, and my hair actually looks like I didn't get a haircut (usually my hair sticks up all over the place). I was very pleased. So after a very productive day, I settled in to veg at home and read a bit.
I've been reading a book called "Hell's Gate: Terror at Bobby Mackie's Music World" by Douglas Hensley. Bobby Mackie was country star back in the 1970's. I'd never heard of him, but friends have told me that he was quite popular. Anyway, Bobby lives in Northern KY and owns a bar/club called "Bobby Mackie's Music World" in Wilder, KY, near my town. The place is supposedly haunted. One customer was supposedly assaulted by a ghost in his establishment and actually sued Bobby for damages and it actually made it to court. The guy lost his case and Bobby actually put up a sign in the establishment saying they were not responsible for supernatural incidents. True story, I swear. This story and the bar made the talk show circuit in the 1980's.
So after hearing these stories from co-workers and from TV, I checked out the book to read from the library. Well, the writer is good as the book does send chills down the spine, especially considering that it's supposed to be true and it's just a few miles away from here. The idiot that is me, of course, has been reading this book before bed, a few chapters at a time. Usually, I cope pretty well with a scary story.
Well, what I've been reading apparently fueled quite a dream last night. I was in college (again) and my best friend Brian was in the room next door to mine, which is weird considering we went to different schools several states away from each other. In this middle of doing whatever, this masked serial killer starts hacking his way through my door. Unlike the bimbo chicks in horror flicks, I wasn't wearing high heels or scantly clad outfits, so I managed to run away without tripping. I bolted through the connecting door to Brian's dorm room.
Brian wasn't in, but the killer burst through the closed door like it was toilet paper. All I could think was that Brian was going to be pissed we wrecked his room. Out to the main corridor I ran into a bunch of guys playing video games on an X-Box. I asked the guys, whose leader was a large muscular black guy, that I was being chased by some maniac dressed like Santa Claus. We all turned to see the killer was indeed dressed like Santa and was running at us with machete in hand. Like a group of adolescent Catholic schoolgirls, we screamed and ran out the main door to the campus quad.
I ran to the science building/library, looking behind me to make sure he wasn't there. I got past the librarian even though there was only 15 minutes left before the closed. The place was packed. I took the elevator up to the second floor and got a soda out of the machine in the elevator. Who knew?
I ran into Archie Bunker in a wheelchair (literally) who told me that this was all happening because I was gay and God wouldn't forgive me for that. I told Archie to f*ck off and pushed him into the elevator and hit the down button. Maybe the serial killer was waiting for him downstairs.
Running to the science lab, I quickly started mixing up something to blow the serial killer to bits (I do have a degree in chemistry) when the fire alarm went off... which turned out to be my alarm clock waking me and the dream was done. Part of me kinda enjoys these freaky dreams, so I'll be reading more chapters of the book tonight. Where Archie Bunker came from is beyond me....
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