I've been having a variety of wedding nightmares recently. Last night was a particularly vivid one. I wouldn't call it scary, per se, but it was not pleasant.
I still have not figured out how I want to do my hair for the wedding, so I've been growing it out for quite awhile. My hair is about shoulder-blade length now. I dreamed that I went into the salon to get my hair trimmed so it looks nice and pretty for the big day. I had some guy, and he was a trainee. And that guy had definite ideas about what my hair should look like. He also didn't like the kind of cut I prefer (a round layer), so he claimed he didn't know how to cut it. We argued back and forth for a bit, and then he turned me around so I couldn't see. Meanwhile, I was screaming for a manager.
In the end, I had chin length hair. And my overriding fear, in the dream, was that they would then curl it so my hair was just tight little curls all over my head.
I was glad to wake up to my full head of long hair. And I really can't wait for the next month to be done so I can be done with wedding nightmares. In the light of day, they are quite funny to me, but they aren't particular pleasant in the moment.