Movember in my dreams

Dreamed I was due to go to a studio meeting, but I had forgotten where it was or how to get there: I kept thinking I should go to Edinburgh from Kings Cross, but I don't think that's right - I think it's Euston station for the north. Just happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror - big strands of hair on the side of my upper lip and enormous sideburns! Couldn't go anywhere like that, so tried to find depilatory kit - failed. Bought disposable razors instead and shaved all the excess hair off.

Next thing, I stared in the mirror and my face was blackened, not like a black person but like someone with ink or soot under their skin, or extremely severe bruising. It was concentrated on the centre of my face, not the edges. When I put pressure on the bruising/ink, it disappeared, but it would return when I let go. squintywitch was there, helping me, giving me good advice, and eventually it did disappear.

I never treat vine touched dreams too seriously as indicators of my psyche's health, but some of it relates very easily to my recent thoughts. I have always been vain - not crazy vain, but vain enough. I like to look good, or look the way I want to look, whether others like it or not. Got my hair cut, now don't know whether to let it grow or crop it back. I like my hair short, I like my hair long; the inbetween bit lasts forever and irritates me. Cropping it now means my ears and neck will be exposed, if I don't crop it, I will look like an unruly shrub.

Clearly I have no real problems.