So remember I told you about the dream and the beard? Yes, well, this has been disturbing me recently. I mean, a beard, come on. And we’re not talking a goatee here. We’re talking a full on Rasputin beard.
Today in a fit of “It’s Friday and I really don’t want to work” I was chatting to a friend about the possible meanings of said beard in relation to Ginge (since in the dream I was going out to meet said ginger when beard sprouted). For the purposes of posterity I will now proceed to copy/paste our conversation. You’re welcome.
me: sigh, ginge
Bad influence (an old and very dear friend uni): sigh indeed. They’re lovely. I love that you have a proper crush…
me: I don’t – it’s driving me mental
Bad influence: is he all you can think about?
me: yessssss and I stupidly dream about him too which sucks. Had a weird one the other night that I was going out to meet him but looked in the mirror and had a full on beard
Bad influence: Dude. I am attempting to keep a straight face at my new job. Please refrain from making me burst out laughing!
me: But it was big and bushy
Bad influence: STOP IT <mmmmwahahahahaaaa!>
me: ”If you are a woman and you dream of growing a beard, signifies your masculine aspect of your personality. You want to be more assertive and wield more power.” You’re telling me - would love to dominate ginge, tickle him with my beard etc
Bad influence: dirty minx! And yes – i think it’s pretty obvious that it’s because you want to feel a bit more in control! (please don’t get a beard though)
me: OR “If you are a woman dreaming that you have a beard, it can represent:
A fear of not feeling feminine enough or of a loss of femininity
Your masculine side (bravery, stoicism, etc.)”
<sigh>
Bad influence: ditto
me: ok – so basically I’m a man and I’m worried that I’m not metrosexual enough – well that sucks
Bad influence: who said life was going to be easy?
me: I don’t want to be a man
Bad influence: I think you’ll be ok
me: But I like men
Bad influence: you are basically a gay man with a beard. And boobs.
me: OMG you’re right. I’m actually a fat gay man!
Bad influence: OK, you have to stop this, that nearly made me snort
me: what, the thought of my moobs - do you think I’ll have to wear a bra? I’m actually a fat gay transvestite – no wonder ginge doesn’t fancy me
Bad influence: I think your reference point should be Meatloaf in Fight Club…My name is Robert Palson, my name is Robert Palson - but with a beard and a higher pitched voice. Hey maybe he did fancy you as just that role…
me: <shudder>
Bad influence: i.e.fat gay tranny and then realised that you’re actually a woman. Maaaaaayyyyyyyybe that ‘ugly woman’ you saw him pulling the other night was, in fact, a man! It would explain EVERYTHING
Bad influence: you should find out what his dog is called and put it in a translator online thingy. If it means “I heart pork sword” in english then it’s pretty clear what’s what…
Bad influence: done. I’m quite pleased with us.
me: we’ve worked it all out. I’m a man, he’s gay but because I’m actually a woman he doesn’t like me. Or something
Bad influence: EXACTLY. Easy peasy. We should set up some ind of international crime fighting / sleuth company – like Rosemary & Thyme but better… I get to be Felicity Kendal though.
me: so I’m the fat one - I understand
Bad influence: She’s got character
…and looks a bit like a man so that fits perfectly with the new revelations of the day
me: Yeah, thanks
I’m a little bit scared by your chat session…
You have no idea!
Now that was pretty funny.
Helen is a mentalist, it’s true. I don’t know where she comes up with some of her rubbish sometimes!
ah my old friend – it seems no matter where you go you cannot take confidence with you.
You know – none of it really matters – I have told you this many times – if you make them smile – the rest is easy – or their friends are.
xxx miss you
xxxx
Cheeky bugger.
And yes, I miss you too. When are you coming out to visit me?
You are mental.
This reminded me of our holiday when a French person asked my son if he was ‘fatigué’.
Cue ridiculous giggles, ‘ahaha you’re a fatty gay’, etc.
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