Dream About Bald Medium Length Hair

I have long curly hair but I dreamed I was admiring myself bald. I thought I had a smooth, pretty head. I also tried on medium-length straight hair somehow, this hair was layered and had a claw clip on the side, I’ve never worn my hair like this but thought it was really fun. I went back and for the between being bald and enjoying this style, loving both. I dreamed I was sleeping in a hotel room with my workshop classmates. I recall fighting with my mom at some point about what to pack (she kept telling me things I already knew) and her giving me food still. I was so annoyed with her and felt she didn’t trust I could take care of myself. In the hotel room I was sharing a bed with an unknown female, and these two Asian delivery men with limited English crawled up our bodies as we lay in bed, like they were putting themselves on top of us. We woke up and protested, but they continued and were happy. It was just strange and disruptive rather than violating; we weren’t scared. We made jokes about it when we were out of bed and walking around the room with other students. Folks laughed at my incredulity, and I felt it was funny too. These men were friendly and harmless and what they had done was absurd to me rather than dangerous, and we could all laugh about it. I briefly recall a heavyset ginger man in professional school/office attire nearly getting hit by a bike as he walked in a residential neighborhood, and then he went the other direction and nearly got plowed down by another bike. He was embarrassed and said something in a wobbly voice to self-soothe as he happened to walk past me. I said something supportive since he was there and even though we were strangers I wanted to let him know it was all okay and he’d be fine. He didn’t say anything back but I didn’t prolong the moment (he was embarrassed after all) and I continued on my way down the sidewalk feeling that I’d done the right thing and my kindness meant something to him. Last I remember a version of The Office playing. There was a female boss who was very pretty who had recorded herself singing. Angela, the uptight blonde woman from the actual show, recorded herself singing after her and she had a stunning, powerful voice, and was clearly better than the boss. Her eyes rolled up and fluttered as she felt the music. The boss looked supportive but by the end of it, sat down in a huff and was clearly bitter and jealous—this was the punchline of the scene. I laughed because I completely empathized with the boss, having felt that way a lot myself. Next I was in a room with four Indian women, one of whom was translating for another as English was spoken and she was maybe translating into Hindi. There was a white woman employee explaining something with the boss and a possible transfer or (just professional attention from) Evergreen, a superior paper company to Dunder Mifflin. The translator said “not Evergreen!” As another big joke, as if that was too unbelievable of an example to be related to this transfer/award scheme. Overall these were light dreams with lots of humor and kindness.