What are hair falling out dreams about?

In the dream I'm in Iraq. The buildings are in ruins and falling apart yet I walk around like a tourist.

I stop for a second in... maybe a bathroom but it only has a washbasin and a mirror to re-apply my lipstick.

A local lady sees this and gushes over my lipstick. It's a VERY expensive Dior lipstick and on top if it gold. Yes liquid gold that I apply drops of on my lips. (no, I don't have either in RL!)

Without asking she starts using it. Now this is super expensive so even I am careful and only dab it on. This woman didn't just smear it on but actually dug her finger into the tube to get out as much as possible for this one application. Practically poured the gold on too. I got annoyed by this, I got even more annoyed when other women started complementing her on it and "omg is that dior! So expensive!" when it looked so gosh... also because nobody was complementing me who was being careful with it but then again she was one of them and I wasn't so...

What really drove it home that we were different was the girl talk while applying the make-up. She kept talking about this friend of hers that was super pretty and stole the man she had her eye on. Now though the friend was ill and practically half her hair fell off not to mention the million and one side effects from the medication so who was the pretty one now eh?

All I could think of was how lucky that friend was. The guy married her for her looks but must have really loved her to stick around now that they were gone. So lucky.

In this dream my sister was cutting my hair which is unusual as I usually go to a barbers. During the haircut she kept commenting that I was balding and I should stop trying to cover it up and just get a skinhead. I said she was mistaken and my usual barber told me my hair was thinning a bit up stop so my sister was mistaken.

At the end of the haircut I held up some mirrors to check the haircut was fine and I saw that I had huge bald patches around the back of my head and they had probably been there for ages. I was horrified that I would have looked silly and looked like I was making a poor attempt to cover it up by having long hair at the front and sides.

Bit of a strange nightmare as I don't particularly worry about going bald.

I had a very hyper realistic dream that my hair was thinning and falling out. It was so realistic I was shocked when I woke up to discover that I still had a full, thick if not somewhat unruly, healthy head of hair.

In the dream I still had sorta long hair like I did when I first got out of quarantine. It was down past my shoulders. For some reason it was also a rusty blond color when my real color is auburn. Then I realize that I'm not me. I'm an old friend of mine who probably hates me now due to somebody telling a rumor about me. Then I realize that he looks extremely sick. He's a tiny bit overweight (not much though, maybe like by 10 lbs which is barely anything) irl. But right here he looks severely emaciated. You can see every single rib sticking out and his face looks really thin with sunken dull eyes. It's really unsettling because even though it's from my perspective it's not my face or body I'm looking at. Then I realize that I am abnormally tale as well and I start coughing Non-Stop. And I put my hand to my mouth to stop the cough and it comes away all bloody. Then I woke up.

Her name was Alice. In this dream, the two of us stood at the sandy shores of a large body of water, the sky burning orange and pink as the Sun slowly fell beyond the horizon. She smiled softly and contently with eyes the color of the ocean, her shoulders were relaxed and her straight blonde hair fell onto her back. We watched this beautiful sight together, and though we were still strangers, there was an unfamiliar sense of true peace that fluttered in my chest.

Without a glance, she asked me, “Why do your eyes always look so sad?”.

My mind had gone blank, and so I spoke with instinct instead of thought, “Because I have nothing left.”

She giggled, “From nothing blooms a rose.”

The peace in my chest was replaced with a familiar sense of dread. When I turned to ask what she meant, Alice had disappeared without a trace, and so I was left to watch this beautiful scene by my lonesome; tears formed in my tired eyes.

—

“These binary voids share a name, Prima Materia; as above, so below. From their vast empty infinities bloomed this flower of our world. Firstborn were the Dragons, ancient guides of energy’s flow on the path of fate, of which there are three: Rathymia, Zilos, and Ouroboros. Then the Angel and Demon, whose fates were forever to exist near opposing voids; so were born the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell. Finally, from this will of Chaos, was born the first Human soul, to represent the essence of Prima Materia; infinite incorporeal potential, now manifest.”

*– Alice Laskaris, a wanderer and guide*

“My life’s a broken castle

My life’s a dried up stream

So if you have good fortune

Then stay away from me”

The dream:

I was in a room with a friend. He was getting drunk and telling me about how his girlfriend won the lottery. He was telling me how good it was and that i should find a girlfriend who won the lottery too.

I told him he should do something productive, instead of something destructive like drinking, or else his girlfriend might leave him. He thought it was good advice and got up.

Then i remember there was another person in the room. He was wearing a hat, and took it off, revealing that he was going bald, and he made fun of himself. He put some gel or cream on his head, and walked up to me and put the sticky stuff in my hair. I was kind of annoyed and walked over to a mirror.

While i was looking in the mirror at the mess in my hair, the room transformed. It was like a hall of mirrors. There was lights, and vapors, and trippy visions all around me. And i heard singing, from a chorus of children, about middle or high school aged. They sang the lyrics to the song. Its one of those songs that sounds kind of happy and uplifting, but when you read the lyrics its actually pretty dark and melancholy.