That I was going to this hair salon and they only shaved heads. I got this italian guy in his thirties, and i told him that I didnt want to shave my head. Then he asked me if I had any sexual partners [perverted hairdressers..] and I ran away...I must've ran a long way [although it didnt seem that way] because I ended up running to Jon's house. he gave me a hug and a kiss and told me everything was alright.
I honestly dont know what all that was about, although it shows my two greatest fears.
1. Being taken advantage of sexually 2. Being alone forever
one, because I ran. Then I ran to someone who I thought could protect me, which I desire so much. Someone to tell me its okay.