so, last night, i was outside my apartment, a little inebriated, with my housemate and i put my hand up to my hair. i started messing with my dreads, just kind of running my fingers around my head, feeling the different shapes my hair created. and i felt the energy in them and began to really, truly feel that they held some personal history of mine. i felt connected to my dreads for the first time ever and it was really a stunning and beautiful moment. so, what's your story? when did you start to feel that your dreads were a part of you?
i got all stoned after i had them for about a year and looked at them in my bathroom mirror for about an hour. I don't really remember it to much but it was a good moment.
I think one of the BIG moments for me was before I even had em yet, strangely. Frying on acid and staring at a door. This door was EVERYTHING - everything bad that was in my way all summed up into this simple white door. I wanted to go through it really badly, but I couldn't bring myself to overcome the anxiety of passing through it. Finally, I mustered up the strength to go through it - therefore getting past all those conflicts I had attached to it - and as soon as I made it through and could smell the fresh rain outside, boom! "I'm dreading my hair." It was a revelation. lol this sounds so lame but it was, it meant so much to me and from that moment on I knew dreads were for me. (I like how everyone's so far starts with being inebriated in some form aha)
Haha cool story! My dreads are only three days old, but it took me 6 years from first having the idea to actually doing it, so the last few days have seemed like a moment hehe. Everything about the decision has felt right, when inebriated and when not
My dreadies are 4/5 months old now. I'm not sure I've had a 'moment' yet. Maybe I need to do more drugs
i know, i knowwww. i'm so bad with taking pics. i'll see what i can do about getting some up tonight. they've come a long way!
I think that for me it was just before doing them this time. I had been dreaming about dreads for a month straight and realized that they truly are for me, regardless of what others may think.
About the time i realised i don't have to give a shit about my appearance, and that i hated getting up every morning to do my hair, Now i'm 6 months in and feeling good with the natural nattyness
Oh, wow, a long time ago... in a state far far away, in the woods, in the trees, my locks were maybe a couple months old. When I say "in the trees" I mean it literally : I was sitting on a branch maybe 15 feet up getting cozy. Tripping. When I trip I have a tendency to go wander off by myself and for some reason the people I was with all wanted to talk to me so I went and hid up a tree. I was being quiet trying to be some kind of secret agent I think... and I heard a friend ask someone if he'd seen me. The guy was like "who's Linnea?" and the friend described me as being a dreadie girl. I think that was the moment I realized it had become part of my identity.
I don't have my dreads anymore [obviously]... but I had my first set for about a year and a half, in that time I never had a 'moment'. In fact that moment didn't hit me until the day my locks left me, and I realized somthing was very, very wrong. I miss 'em greatly, but don't know if I have the ambition to start from scratch again.
i hereby perscribe you a new set of dreads. toss the comb and light up a cig, its gonna be a while. go natural!
