Straightened Hair

I had another dream last night. It began with a sequence of events with my mom, sister, and me. Then, it shifts over to my dad, who is apparently suffering from some medical condition. He is in a great big room filled with all our relatives. They are all concerned since he is sort of the patriarch of his family. The condition is mysterious. His heart has a problem (---maybe coming from the angina that Bruce Willis's character suffered from in "Sin City," which Shashi and I watched yesterday). Anyway, there are new treatments. Then, he gets better, AND the asthma that my dad had also been suffering from was miraculously cured. So, it's like a wonder drug treatment that we have stumbled upon. People want to take photos. And my family is suddenly bombarded by photographers, wanting our picture. Of course, my hair is all messed up at that moment. Then, some lady gives me a hair straightener. I have never used a straightener before, but I decide to straighten my hair. By the time I finish, new photographers and relatives have come. My mom is playing some game with the aunties. Oh, I lost the last few minutes of the dream, but I do remember thinkingafter waking up in the morning that I should not take shower so as to not ruin my newly straightened hair. Hmmm, strange.