I can't remember which but I do remember the dream.
How could I forget a dream that featured George Clooney.
The dream also had me in a ritzy beauty salon having my hair cut.
MY HAIR CUT!
Are you kidding dreamworld?
But I did get it cut.
It showed up the white undergrowth of my naturally enhanced normal colour.
It also made me look like my mother and my grandmother.
So, I'm at the counter to pay for the shearing which I'm hating more and more and tossing my head like a horse with flies which is actually making it look a lot better in the giant mirrors.
No salon should have giant mirrors.
There is George Clooney in front of me, dashingly groomed.
I'm trying to find my purse in the bottomless pit of a bag I haul around day after day when everything hits bedrock by the end of the week.
Dear George, offers to pay for my hair cut.
Damn, George, thanks for nothing. His credit card is refused and I find mine and pay for his hair.
The comments are now open for dream interpretations and close your filthy minds while you're commenting