I mean, if you want to try doing things yourself, you can always try, like... imagining a steering wheel and grabbing it in the mindscape.
"Whoever this is, they know far too much about ghosts."
Raoul did follow the stranger's advice, though, reaching out his hands. A stirring wheel. It felt like the last time he had driven his Mercedes had been years ago... and that was probably not wrong. But his memory was even worse now. And he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to drive still.
He ended up picking up the brush Rigmor usually used to put dye on her hair from the bathroom cupboard. He didn't seem happy about having to do this - her body was young, but not his spirit - even if his efforts were successful.
"I have a chair I use for works. Hang on."
Works?... Ah. You almost got it painted, hm? It won't care about a little more. Well, well, it seemed Raoul was joking now too.
"Nah, it won't." Rigmor also picked up a cape, rubber gloves and hair clips. "You know, my mom used to have a chair like that." She sat down and brushed her hair before sliding on the cape. The ghost was still looking at the hair dye container and the instructions, humming to himself.
God, this smells like hell. My late wife used to do this as well... Some of her friends' daughters and their moms were crazy about it too. I can't for the death of me understand this all. He still insisted on running the comb through Rigmor's hair just in case. I ought to cut some of your hair. It's starting to tangle. Hey... Watch. You can learn how to do this yourself if you don't know.
She was taking this all surprisingly calmly, after the initial bickering. It seemed both of them were a bit of a grouch - him more than her, no doubt - but they could get used to each other. "I've cut my hair before, and dyed it, too. It's difficult when you have to do it alone though."
That's not why I came back to your world, but... we're here now. Might as well do it. Raoul paused. I did tell you you looked good, no? This way you can look even better!... Same thing I told my kids. They are probably still quite nice. Even if they took right after me in complaining.
"I don't always see that, but thanks." Rigmor sat still as he cut the split tips of her hair, and eventually they were on to the dyeing itself. "Wanna hear something weird?... I hadn't dyed my hair before because my mom is... really pissy about this shit. Tattoos. Hair dye. And I kind of didn't have a choice about the tattoos."
Didn't? What, did the tattoo person threaten you with a gun, or something? Raoul grimaced. Urgh. Try not to breathe this in. I've been dead for years and even I can see it smells like death.
"I was born with them. They're why I can paint and so on. I gotta show you. Once you're done with this, maybe."
Born? Hm. Either you're the weirdest person I've ever met, or I've entered someone's dream. Alright now... Sit still. This will take some time.
"I've been told I'm weird before."