He whispered "raaaaaaassttaaaa" ? Thats wierd, with or without dreads.
Duringmy experiences of bumping into fellow dreads, I've found that sometimes there is little more than a nodd to acknowledge each others dew. I love the nodd butI always feel that a conversation should erupt and I could end up becoming friends with the person.
I've made onlyone friend/loverdue tomyknots,asidefromthe peopleon this site but would like to surround myselfwith more dreadheadsday to day.
My favoured encounter was with an old rasta at a gas station who when recognized I was dreading, looked deep into my eyes and whispered "raaaassttaaa" so that no one else could hear. It still gives me a chill of excitement when I think back.
I would like to hearthe experiences of otherswith dreaded strangersor maybe your favourite experience if you have many.
Sometimes dreads are wrapped so that the oils from your hair aren't escaping during the night...
I sometimes wrap 'em just so theyre not in my mouth when I wake up but instead of a ponytail in the back, I pull them up top and wrap with a bandana so that while I'm doing 360 spinsin my sleep, there's no uncomftorable speed bump.
