Lady Gaga and the Haircut of DOOM

It's a strange thing; I wake up in the mornings and I hardly ever remember my dreams. They can be vivid as hell but as soon as I wake up they're totally gone, flushed down the loo. Today, however, is an exception. I woke up, and boy, did I remember my dream. 

I dreamed my mom, exasperated with the length of my hair (it's almost down to my butt again) sent me off to the local barber school to get my hair cut. I reluctantly go, and lo and behold, who should be the barber-in-training but Lady Gaga herself. 

She asks me what I want done and I explain to her that I hate haircuts, and that I only want a few inches trimmed off. And, once I'm sitting in the barber chair with an apron on, I fall asleep.

After she is finished, I wake up. 

And scream. 

Lady Gaga has given me an ELECTRIC. BLUE. BOB. 

I scream in horror. Lady Gaga says she thinks it looks fabulous. I give her my dirtiest possible look and march out the door. She chases after me, yelling, "Hey! You owe me $200!"

...Shweet Bajeezus, I think I need to lay of the painkillers before I go to bed.