I was either working for a crime group, or at least in an activity related to it, even if indirectly. I'm walking along with others who worked with me, all wearing suits. It's nighttime, and we're on this parking area for a large place, which we are currently walking away from. The ground is covered with small rocks and dirt. We're all a little down, as something didn't go quite as expected. I scratch my head and notice my hair is up on some kind of strange hairdo. I move it down and it falls on my face. It's long and curly again. I move it with my hands until it's good.