Two dreams.
I'm under a train, riding the rails, my face only an inch or two from the ground. I'm trying to get a message(?) to someone. Is it about myself? Will it get me off the train? I don't know. This message can't be delivered in any normal way, but has to be sneaked in. Somehow I have disguised it as a sack of garbage, or several sacks of garbage. As the train slows down I throw the sack from beneath the train. It slides into a pile of other garbage bags and people standing nearby notice this event and register that something unusual is going on.
This first part I see from my perspective below the train, but when the garbage hits the perspective shifts so that I see the scene from above--dark bag sliding across the ground and colliding with other bags, the train slow or stopped on the tracks. Then the viewpoint shifts again and I swoop down beside the train. I'm able to see my body hanging there. The expression on my face is not a happy one--am I asleep? unconscious? dead?
Second dream. I'm in a large public room, a restaurant I think. There are many people sitting at tables with white tablecloths. The place is also a barber shop. A small woman with neatly cut dark hair is the barber. There is a line of 15 or 20 people, all standing, waiting for her attentions. After she finishes them all I approach her and ask for a haircut. I tell her that I just had one earlier that day with someone else but I'm not satisfied, and I ask her not to tell that other barber that I'm coming for a second one--I don't want to hurt her feelings.
The woman, who seems cheerful and competent, tells me that she has always liked long hair, with the implied suggestion that I should let mine grow longer. I explain that my hair is thinning out and doesn't look good long, but as we talk I see myself in a large mirror. My hair, which is in reality gray and indeed thinning, appears in the mirror to be thick, glossy, and black. It's combed straight back.
