The Wig
Dreamt I was at a job. I am not sure even what I did there.
A shirtless man walked in. He was wearing a long brown wig that was parted down the middle. It was the same wig that I had bought from the romance store. He walked in a kind of dance into the door.
I told him that it didn’t count because he was late for work. He put up a fuss and took his wig off. He had no makeup when he had the wig on, but when he took it off, he had makeup on. Strange.
Ozzy Osbourne’s song Flying High Again started playing in my mind.
Black and white photo of person with sunglasses. Location: Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA.
Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 20 May 2013 04:56
Tags: art, dreams, photography, writing