I had a fight with my boyfriend at a friend's wedding. Then I was crying while sitting atop a dresser and after a while I became tired of being upset so I jumped off. As I was mid-jump I realized that underneath me was a moving train being conducted by two of my friends. I landed on top of the train and the train drove me into my grandmother's bathroom which was strangely made out of marble. I looked around and decided that I wanted to change something about myself. I used to dye my hair dark brown, but this time I decided to dye it black. When I looked in the mirror, I was still unhappy so I gave myself a very slight trim. When I looked in the mirror again my hair was now a pixie cut. I was very upset by this and woke up.
