The last few nights I have thought about that razor as I lay in bed. Thinking of the name...Virgin...no...Victor...no...Venus.
I am not a slave to shaving. My hair is light in color and texture and I can usually get by shaving rarely, and I shave my underarms only when I figure I might be wearing something sleeveless for a little while. I don't do that much because I have flaps on my arms - in spite of all the body building, the elasticity just isn't there any more.
So what does it mean when I dream about it?