Mr. EOS and I were in Iowa and I told him I needed to get my hair streaked. The hairdresser I went to left me with huge spiky white streaks, my hair was all frizzy, and what wasn’t pure white was jet black.
[oops I hit publish here by mistake before I was done the whole story.]
Back to the dream, when I left the hair salon, I couldn’t hear or understand any humans, only the animals on the street and in the trees and they were all pointing and laughing at me.
I got back to the house we were staying in in Iowa (not my Iowa friends) and there were three dogs there, all with the same black and white hair. They scolded me for trying to look like them when I was obviously a human. Mr. EOS was hand gesturing to me to leave but I was unable to understand him.
Then I woke up. Geez. My hair is okay. I can hear and speak to humans. Dawg is her same old color. Coffee is in the cup. Eggs in the pan. And ciabatta bread in the toaster. All is right again.
Phew. Speaking of the Belmont, it was a boring race, unless you had money on the winner. Bobby Flay is surely happy today. I wonder what it cost him to buy into Creator and what he got out of his investment yesterday. Surely more than my $1.00 bet and loss on Sudden Breaking News.