Another Strange Dream

I had a strange dream last night.

I was getting ready for my "prom," and had forgotten to curl my hair. People were wandering in and out, and I was scavenging for rollers, but there were no hot rollers, so I was winding my very short, dry hair around small brush rollers and fastening them in place with those nasty pink pegs we used to use. Then, I ran out of them, and found some of the little plastic cage-type rollers, with cage-like clips that fit over the hair. They turned up in a box of crayons and markers, under a child's bed. I was leaning on the bed, with a little shaving mirror, still rolling dry hair onto these things, even though I knew, within the dream, that it wasn't going to do any good. I looked in the mirror and noticed that my upper lip needed tweezing, and there was not a pair of tweezers to be found.

I had to get up and check my upper lip.