Another bizarre dream. I thought this was a distant memory but it seems things were quite different.
I found myself in a mall somehow similar to Ayala Mall (a mall here in the Philippines). And was looking for a haircut.
I went to the salon where I used to get it done. I felt I’ve been coming here for quite sometime. I approached a woman barber and she asked me what I wanted. I asked if I wanted a haircut. She looked at me and asked me if this was my first time visiting the store. I answered No. She pulled a thick pile of papers and looked for my name. She said “Your name was not in the list”. I was confused since I’ve been going here for quite sometime already to get my hair done. So I insisted “You can still give me a haircut right?”. She looked at me and said “Of course, sir.”. She grabbed a pen and started right my initials – CL778. I don’t know what those numbers mean but it did not bother me.
When we were going to the woman’s barber chair, I noticed the shop was so neat and organized. I did not notice this before. And it seems the majority of the barbers are female. I knew that before this was an all male barber shop. But it seems the management added women in their workforce.
As I got myself ready in her chair, she got a transparent film and placed it in front of me and she exclaimed, “Oh no, this is not good”. “Why” I asked. “Well, I cannot give you a haircut. None from this shop can. There were some terrible mistakes done on your hair and we cannot fix it. More like, we won’t fix it. You should look for “THIS” store.” For some reason, I knew what “THIS” store she was referring to.
I got up and made my way out of the barbershop while everyone was looking at me like I had something on my face, “Well I think it’s my hair”, I told myself. My goal in mind is to go to that other barbershop to finally get my haircut.
As I looked around, I noticed a mall store with a door outside. It did not bother me though since some mall stores have mall exits. So I went inside the store and exited through their door. Luckily it led me to another mall outside. So I hurriedly went inside and looked for that store. However, the mall was too crowded by people – more like students from nearby schools. I got frustrated so I went outside and decided to go home.
A group of people who seemed to know me called me and asked “Hey Charles! Woah You’re here. Did you buy anything?” asked one girl. “No, the place is too crowded. So I decided to go home”, I answered. “A typical you, Charles”, said another girl and laughed. I seemed to know them. “We are also going home and going to the bus terminal”, she added. One of the girls held my arm and said, “Let’s go near the exit of the terminal. We can easily ride the bus from there”. So I went with her.
As we waited at the exit of the terminal, many buses passed by but not en route to my place. I got frustrated waiting and said “I should have not come here”. The girl heard me and asked me where I was before coming to this mall. I told her I came out from a mall. She looked confused. “What do you mean you left that mall and ended in this mall? This mall and that mall are not connected. You still have to ride a bus to get here like it’s a long trip. So what you are saying doesn’t make sense to me”. “Hmm but that’s how I got here.” I explained. Maybe it might be a portal which only I can see or use, I thought. And changed the topic.
“Hey this mall is closer to our previous school right? UP.” I said. The girl looked at me with bewilderment, ” What school? UP? I don’t know that school. We graduated from Oxford International.”. She took a step back and said “Who Are You?”
And then I woke up.
