Hair today, gone tomorrow: a weird Hozier dream
I had a dream. Girls freaked out. Hozier was there. Something he did appeared on the news.
To elaborate please find a recollection of said dream.
Boys and girls stand shoulder-to-shoulder in a large room. Music is playing and drinks are being distributed. Silence ensues when a trio of tall males enter. The tallest man wears a faded denim jacket and black jeans, he looks vaguely familiar. He turns his head slightly, exposing his angular face. A hum of murmurs fills the air before young girls begin to scream and cry.
I’m confused, what has caused such an uproar?
Curiosity overcomes me and I move closer to him, pushing past wailing girls and apathetic boys until I am near his imposing figure.
The man the girls are freaking out about is Hozier. Except, is it?
Gone are the long brunette tresses. Instead, what greets me, and what has the girls crying out, is the silvery-grey hair that is cropped close to his head.
Despite the mod-chic grandpa hipster look, I think he still looks handsome. The manic girls say otherwise, but he heeds them no attention. He chats with those who are not grieving his lost hair, smiling and being friendly.
The evening progresses and I am home once more. I turn on the television and discover that the singer’s new tresses have made international news. The news anchor delivers a eulogy-like report on the devastating change with clips of crying fans who mourn his hair like it is a beloved family member that has suddenly passed.
I turn off the television and roll my eyes. It’s just hair.
Yes, I had this dream. It was one of the weirder Hozier dreams I’ve had hence the need to write it down.
I think we need to have a tumblr dedicated to obscure Hozier dreams.