SKINHEAD DREAMS by Gottlieb

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I apologize, but English is not my native language. The English narration of this dream that I had is the result of the work of a translator.

SKINHEAD DREAMS

I have always been interested in cutting my hair short, very short or even bald, I have often thought about it or dreamed about it. Sometimes, however, my imagination went in the opposite direction, when I dreamed that I had grown long hair. In reality, I tried to grow long hair several times, my successes in this regard were not great and they did not turn out well. It was best in dreams, where nothing was impossible and where I could indulge in everything to the fullest. Sometimes dreams have sequels, often quite interesting and exciting...

Around my fifteenth birthday, I discovered that skinheads were starting to appear in my area. In addition to their clothes and specific shoes, their distinguishing feature was mainly their shaved heads. Members of this movement despised the fashionable, sometimes effeminate, longer and longer hair on boys or men, and clean-shaven heads were also part of their defensive tactics. In fights, it was impossible to grab them by the hair, because they had none. I was a little afraid of skinheads, they seemed aggressive to me. At that time, I was an obedient teenage boy, fulfilling my father's instructions without resistance, which mainly concerned observing the monthly intervals of visits to the barber. There I had to ask for short hair, very short for the summer months - but always cut very close around the ears and at the back of the neck. I used to want to wear my hair at least a little longer, like my classmates and friends wore, but I was not allowed to. So I had to get used to short hair. But I did not want to cut myself completely bald, like a skinhead. I was afraid that all that would remain on my head would be white bare skin and slightly protruding ears.

I once had a series of dreams about skinheads: I saw myself riding a bus to school in the morning, and a slightly older boy with a completely bald head was getting on. I guessed he was about three or four years older than me. He had a pretty face, his ears protruded only slightly from his hairless head, and you could see that he was shaving off the thin, fine facial hair of youth. In my dreams, he was a skinhead, as he should be, he had my sympathy and I liked him. My only regret was that he was getting on the bus later than me, and that because of that I didn't have many opportunities to get to know him. However, I also knew that as an introvert, I had difficulty getting to know people, because I didn't have the courage or the nerve to approach someone and start a discussion with them, which would lead to closer acquaintance and further meetings.

Fortunately, things that are much more complicated in everyday life can happen in dreams. The dream arranged for me to take the early evening bus in the opposite direction without any complications. Coincidentally, I was boarding this bus with a skinhead I knew from my morning trips to school. Because I knew he would get off earlier than me, I sat down on the vacant seat opposite him. The seat opposite was strategically advantageous, because I could see him well and the conversation could also go more smoothly. A while after sitting down, the skinhead asked me: "Don't we know each other from somewhere?" - dreams make many otherwise difficult things possible - and I answered him: "We ride the morning bus together when I go to school." - and the rest of the conversation flowed smoothly. I learned that he was 18 years old, as I expected, and that he worked in a workshop near my school. I was very relieved to find out that he was definitely not aggressive. Before his performance, we had already agreed that we would definitely see each other every morning and that we could see each other in the afternoon or evening. I was pleased, I was happy and I slept well the rest of the night.

The following dreams brought me my first meetings with the skinhead from the bus. We sat there with a beer that he offered me. I felt a little more mature and my teenage self-confidence increased a little. Thanks to this, I asked how often he shaved his head to keep it nice and smooth. His answer was: "I shave my head once a week, it's very nice. Would you like to try it too?" - but I didn't want to do that at all. Even though my hair was short, even very short compared to my classmates or friends, I wasn't ready for such a drastic change. But the skinhead didn't press me any further, on the contrary, he didn't ask me about it at all, not even hinting at it. I had the impression that he had forgotten about it. We continued drinking beer and listening to skinhead music, which I gradually began to like. Similar meetings in dreams gradually increased, but the questions about shaving my head were missing.

Then it happened: in a dream, I heard a skinhead ask me while drinking beer if I would shave his head, which had a stubble of short hair. This option was quite exciting for me, so I agreed. I would certainly be happy to shave his head clean if he wanted to, it was tempting! So the skinhead brought an electric shaver and shaving foam with a razor, and we could start shaving his head. First, I eliminated the short stubble of short hair with an electric shaver, exactly the same as my barber used, but without the attachment. That was nothing difficult or difficult. Then it was time to lather the head with shaving foam and use the razor. First in the direction of growth and then against it, I repeated this carefully and slowly several times so that his head was completely smooth. My skinhead was satisfied with the result and offered me another beer as a reward. While I was enjoying my first sips of beer, he asked me: "Are you ready for me to shave all your hair off so you can be like me?" - and I said not yet. The skinhead shrugged his shoulders and the next conversation was about plans for the weekend. There was no mention of shaving my head again...

In subsequent dreams, it turned out that he enjoyed my slow and careful shaving of my head. In my dream I heard: "You shave me carefully, gently and wonderfully smoothly, you never cut my sensitive scalp, it's much better than when I shaved my own head! Could you shave me regularly? Do you want to be my barber? - there was no other way to answer that than in the affirmative! I was just careful not to let my enthusiasm for the offer be heard too much when I answered. "Then take a clipper, foam and a new razor, let's go!" - and I happily quickly brought everything I needed. The electric clipper without an attachment buzzed fearlessly around his head again, mercilessly eliminating his short stubble. After applying the shaving foam, I let it act on my head for a while, when the skinhead asked me: "Since you shave me like my barber, can I shave your head too? So that you finally look the same? The same as me and other skinheads? This time I didn't answer and let things develop as they should. After finishing the careful shave, which I tried to do with sensitivity and very slowly so as not to accidentally cut his head, I took a damp cloth and wiped the rest of the foam off his entire head. The skinhead stood up, thanked me, and ...

... then put his hand on my shoulder and said to me: "Sit down, sit down right now. You'll like it, really, I'll take care of you!" - I obeyed his instruction - shy, obedient and slightly nervous. It occurred to me that in my dream I would no longer escape the complete shaving of my head! I could do nothing more than watch as the electric razor relentlessly went through all my hair. Without an attachment, slowly and with terrifying precision, white strips of hairless skin were forming on my head. Although my brown hair was short, there were more and more clippings on the ground, which had just completed my youthful head. They were growing and there were not a few of them at all. The skinhead then dusted off the remains of the cut hair from my head, applied foam and after a while of it working, shaved the hair stubble all over my head with a razor. Just like I did, he was slow, shaving me carefully and sensitively, in the direction of hair growth and then the other way around, against the direction of growth. I had to agree with him, he cared about my shave. Even in my dream it was very pleasant and exciting. The skinhead then repeated the whole shave once more and after wiping off the remains of the foam, my first skinhead smooth shave of my head was complete. I liked it a lot, my ears didn't even look too much standing out from the shaved, shining white head. I was surprised at myself that I hadn't wanted to do it in the first place. If I knew how pleasant it would be to shave my head like a skinhead, I would have shaved my head clean a long time ago! I would have been a skinhead much sooner!

In the morning, when I woke up, I wondered whether it was a dream or reality. Then I found out with my hand that I had my short haircut on my head, my brown hair is still the same! So this time, shaving my head like a skinhead was just a dream. Unfortunately, it was just a dream.

Would you recommend that I get my head shaved and shaved by a skinhead for real?

Did you like this story of mine, which I wrote based on my dream? Write me your reactions here, or at haircut@centrum.cz.
I look forward to it and thank you.

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