Dreams are funny sometimes, aren't they?

Last night, I dreamed that I went to a different salon than normal and that Japanese women, who was highly recommended by friends, was colouring my hair. After slopping on the hair colour, she wandered around and when I complained that the colour was making my neck break out in a rash she told me I simply had to wait.

So, I sat in the chair and waited for what seemed like hours (and it was, like four) and my friend Mao (by the way Mao, are you going to update soon?) came in to get hers done, and I decided I'd had enough. So, I started yelling at the woman who seemed totally oblivious to my pain, and then I washed the colour out saying that there was no way I would pay. She seemed less than surprised, in fact, quite like she didn't care. And to be honest, she seemed like she didn't want to do my hair because I wasn't Asian.

I woke up angry and crying.

It's so weird because the night before, I had a dream that I was in a restaurant with friends (Caucasian & Japanese) after I'd arrived in Tokyo and the women working there didn't rush to serve us. When questioned, she said it was because they didn't know us. Mostly, because we were white. (This dream also evolved into a search for a usable toilet and jumping off a really tall cliff to escape some bad people - unbeknownst to me that we all had parachutes.)

This is weird because it has been a while since I experienced this kind of anti-white sentiment. And, because, if you knew me, I would be the last person to discriminate against someone who wasn't white.