But the boring guide continued to haunt me in the store:
— Don't buy this ice cream, it contains dairy!
— So what?
— But it's all very bad for you! You'll get even fatter... Women shouldn't eat such products at all... your figure will be terrible if you eat like that.
— Oh well!
— But our men won't like you!
— To hell with them! I don't care! If someone can't accept me as I am, then why the hell do I need such a partner?
— Your upbringing is completely wrong... But you can't do this! Who will love you like this?
— What is all this for? You are preparing me for a world that I don't want to be in... And anyway, I am a creative person, why should I rush into any kind of relationship?
— But you need it…
— Not at all…
To all my excuses to become a good girl according to their concepts, this ghost guide continued to haunt me:
— Is that how you talk to people?
— What?
— You need to be polite… and grateful for everything… it's important… for you and for all of us. Don't walk on heaven anymore… the Radiant Ones don't like your dark hair.
— What? What does hair color have to do with it? And who are the Radiant Ones?
— Celestials… please dye your hair light… platinum is better… and they will definitely love you.
… What kind of advice is this? I like my hair — natural… after all, it's not cheap at all…
They pestered me with this request for many days…
Why is it so important?
— You're so cute, Lana! — thin, transparent figures of short, graceful girls with large, light eyes surrounded me in a lucid dream.
I looked around in confusion: A ghost town with one-story buildings on green hills... everywhere there were many light-gray silhouettes hanging in the air, mostly men and boys, looking at me with undisguised interest... some had no faces or legs...
- New girl... well, she's not bad... there's something glowing in her head. Is she sick?
- Who are you? - my voice suddenly rang out in the shaky air of the spacious streets.
I looked at my shimmering white body with arms and legs in a short light dress...
- She's different from us... - new comments were heard. - She's dressed just terribly! Almost naked... What a nightmare! And she's a bit plump... What will happen to her now?
- She'll come with me... - a dull, heavy voice rang out.
The figure of a tall man with a blurry face and a huge axe in his hands that appeared nearby scared me and I instantly woke up in my bed...
- What was that? Some kind of executioner? Why? Have I done something wrong?
My guide quickly answered:
- It's a prank... don't worry so much...
- Don't worry? But there... you have... some kind of executioner?
- It's not an executioner... it's the mayor of our city...
- The mayor? He has a strange image... And why does he have an axe in his hands?
- You imagined it... - the apologetic female voice continued to broadcast. - It was your first time here... You imagined it, but our people are friendly...
... I thought there that it was far from friendly and maybe because of the dark color of my hair... because the ghost girls were blondes...
A strange conclusion... but what should I do? Just in case, I decided to go to the hairdresser... and then a bunch of different voices started shouting in my head which one to go to, to be sure...
- You see, Lana... this is really very important... especially for you. While you live in the physical reality, you need to take very good care of your appearance...
- What? Why? - I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
- Well, you know, your future life depends on it... You have a cute face... but you need to work on your hair... the main thing is not to make sharp ends at the tips of your hair...
...And I didn't understand anything from what was said, but considering that I saw an axe in that reality where they want to drag me against my will... and I am sure it was definitely an axe!