SKINHEAD DREAMS (2) 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 (2)

When I woke up from my skinhead dream, I sat up in bed and wondered if it was really just a dream or if it was reality. It was only when I ran my short brown hair through it that I was convinced that it was a dream. During the following days, I wondered if I should seek out some skinheads, get to know them, undergo the initiation ritual of shaving my head completely, and then have it shaved regularly. But there was no skinhead with whom I could establish contact. I was sorry, but I thought all the more about shaving my head completely like a skinhead. My thoughts and imagination gradually turned into the following dream. As we already know from my other stories, dreams have miraculous powers - things that would otherwise be difficult to realize can be realized in them quite easily and comfortably.

Thanks to my dreaming, I suddenly found myself in a beer bar, where a group of four skinheads were sitting at the next table. They were a little older than me - I guessed they were between eighteen and nineteen years old, they were slowly drinking beer and chatting away. It was impossible not to notice them - apart from their typical clothes and shoes, their clean-shaven, white-shining heads were visible from a distance. I timidly peeked at them and tried to listen to what they were talking about, until one of them noticed me and told the others that I was looking at them. The whole group looked at me with interest, and one of the skinheads - the one who noticed my observation - asked me if I was interested in anything, or what he could help me with. Since the story was taking place in a dream, I promptly (and I was proud of my promptness) replied that they seemed like a good group to me and that I would like it if we could become friends. The answer followed: "Sure, we'd be happy to, come and sit with us." They made room for me at their table and I sat down with them. We introduced ourselves to each other and I knew in the dream that Michael, Petr, Matěj and Lukáš had a relaxed, friendly nature and liked to have fun. I must have looked fascinated - looking at their clean-shaven heads, that wouldn't be surprising at all - because Michael and Lukáš offered me to stroke their smooth heads with my hand. My hand must have been shaking a little, so Michael took it and placed it on his head. At the same time, I clearly heard: "Just reach out and see why all four of us like our heads completely hairless." - and I really liked that feeling. The warm, perfectly smooth skin, allowing my hand to move perfectly smoothly on the front of his head, on the sides and back, completely fascinated me. Michael encouraged me: "Explore Lukáš's head and the others too, so you can feel that we all have perfectly smooth heads." Such an offer was irresistible and I was happy to take full advantage of it!

Immediately after that, Michael asked me if he could stroke my hairy head. "I haven't known what it's like to have hair on my head for over a year and a half." I replied in return: "Fine, try it, explore my hair however you want," and first Michael and then the three remaining ones explored my head with their hands. Not only the front of my head, where the dream had given me about ten centimeters of medium brown thick hair, but especially the back of my head, from which the hair flowed just above my shoulders. "You have long hair! How long have you been growing it? What do your parents say about it? How often do you take care of it? Are you happy with it? Doesn't your head sweat under it? - these were the most common questions I received from skinheads. I patiently explained to them that I've been growing my long hair for less than three years, that my parents don't mind, but I have to take care of it, that I wash it once every two days and then dry it with a hairdryer, that once a month I go to a fashion stylist who trims my split ends, that I like my hair and that my head sweats quite a bit under it in the warm spring and summer months. "And why don't you have your hair cut, even just short? You wouldn't have to watch out for the split ends of your hair, you wouldn't have to spend a long time with a hairdryer in your hand and your head wouldn't sweat so much!" - and I answered in my dream: "You're right, but I don't want to give up my long hair, which I've been patiently growing for almost three years and to which I've paid a lot of care and attention." - and then Lukáš told me: "If you want, we'll cut and shave your head during the summer holidays so you can try it out. If you don't like it, your hair will grow back a bit during the two months of holidays, and you can let it grow again from September." There were almost two months left until the holidays, during which I could think about whether to have my head shaved clean by the skinheads, so I agreed.

At another meeting in a beer bar, I sat down with my skinheads straight away. I knew where to go from the door, their position inside the bar was clearly indicated by their white, smooth heads glistening in the light. It was another pleasant meeting and not only thanks to the beer we drank, we talked about everything possible, without restrictions. When the time to say goodbye approached, Petr asked me out loud: "Don't you want to see how we maintain our bald heads next week? Maybe you could try it too..." I was grateful for the invitation and therefore accepted with pleasure. I won't give anything for the spectacle and I don't have to get rid of my hair if I don't want to - I told myself and tried to remember well where and what time I should come next week so as not to miss this spectacle.

The next week we met at Lukáš's in front of the house where he lived. In the basement there was also a sink and a shower with hot water, which is indispensable for a quality and pleasant shave. Lukáš then applied shaving foam and, with careful, slow strokes, shaved the short stubble on Michael, Petr and Matěj's heads with a razor. It was clear that he was doing it very carefully and with the utmost skill. Lukáš's head was then thoroughly shaved by Petr. He also did well, albeit a little slower. When all four skinheads had their heads shaved clean, Matěj challenged me: "Now check if our heads are perfectly smooth, as befits and belongs to skinheads! Don't be shy and examine our heads with your hand!" I couldn't refuse, and the feeling of the pleasantly warm, clean-shaven skin of the skinhead heads excited me a lot. Fortunately, it wasn't visible through my pants. Matěj then asked me: "Do you want us to cut and shave your long hair now? It would definitely benefit you, you wouldn't have to worry about your brown mane, you wouldn't spend money on a stylist and you would have more money and time!" I couldn't decide - one part of me wanted a completely bald head and the other part didn't want to lose my long-grown hair. There was still plenty of time before the start of the holidays, so I told the skinheads that I liked their heads, but that I hadn't decided yet. "That's no problem, you don't have to decide quickly, not even under pressure. If you want, we can shave your head anytime." With these words, we set off to our favorite beer bar, where we had another pleasant time. "Will you come to our house again next week?" - Lukáš invited me before parting ways. "I'd love to come, thanks for the invitation." - my answer pleased, as I noticed, not only Lukáš, but also the other skinheads.

The following week I kept thinking about the possibility of having my long hair shaved. Since I couldn't decide, I decided to go to Lukáš's house when he was shaving skinhead heads, or rather the weekly stubble on them. This time I was the first to go to Lukáš's house, Lukáš welcomed me and told me to go ahead. On the way to the basement, he asked me: "Have you decided yet? Do you want me to shave all your long hair thoroughly?" - and at that moment I heard myself answering him: "Yes, of course, I would really like that, I like it a lot!" Lukáš said somewhat surprised: "You made me happy, you'll see that you'll be satisfied!" - and with these words he sat me down on a stool. The electric shaver buzzed through the air, and in Lukáš's hand rushed at my long hair. Lukáš started at the back of my neck, where he lifted the long hair on the back of my head with his hand and then slowly moved the clipper up to the crown. Then he started running the clipper on the right side, from the ear all the way up, and he repeated the same on the left side. The hair in front followed and in a moment my former long hair was lying untidy on the floor. Looking in the mirror, I realized that I looked like I did in my childhood, when a barber cut me in a similar way. There was less than a centimeter of hair left on my head, which Lukáš quickly started to remove with a clipper without an attachment. In a moment my head was hairless, but not completely bald - and as I examined it with my hand - definitely not smooth. The other skinheads who had come in between were also watching my transformation. When Lukáš covered my entire head with shaving foam and began to shave it slowly and carefully in the direction of hair growth with a sharp razor, I was experiencing very pleasant sensations. I felt like I was in paradise... Lukáš noticed this and asked me: "If you like it so much, do you want to shave against the direction of hair growth?" I didn't hesitate for a second and answered: "Yes, don't hesitate and shave me as you suggest! I want to have a smooth, bald head like everyone else!" - the skinheads gathered around me liked that. After finishing, I rubbed my whole head thoroughly and found that Lukáš wasn't exaggerating. My head was beautifully smooth, and my warm skin, which had long brown hair on it just a moment ago, offered no resistance to the stroking hand. My hand glided over my smooth head and it was amazing. I was glad that it was Lukáš who had rid me of my hair. I had the opportunity to observe his careful and thorough way of shaving the other day and to experience it in person a short while ago. Lukáš was a master who really knew how to do it.

When I got up from the stool, all the skinheads came up to me and said: "You're finally one of us, so welcome among us! We thought you'd shave your head during the holidays, but you pleasantly surprised us with your transformation today." "Now look at us, we'll shave our heads and go to the bar." - I watched Michael, Petr, Matěj and Lukáš as they went through their regular ritual, while I kept stroking my perfectly smooth, white-skinned head. At the same time, I remembered my fashion stylist, who regularly slightly trimmed the frayed ends of my long hair - I was sure I wouldn't need her expensive care anymore, I was sure of that! And I'll give the previously indispensable hairdryer to my mother - she, unlike me, will definitely use it. In the beer bar, I told my skinhead colleagues that I would be happy if from today on my shiny white head would contribute to a better orientation of all those who would like to join us, skinheads!

My excitement from my freshly and above all perfectly smooth-shaven head was great even in my dream. I woke up and had to relieve myself from the pressure. What do you think, I then felt with my hand on my head? Clean-shaven skin or long hair?

Did you like this story of mine, which I wrote based on my dream? Write me your reactions, I will be happy to read them carefully. I look forward to it and thank you.

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