White Fingernail Polish

Last night I dreamed that I washed my hair with white finger nail polish. It was not the cheap, thick kind that leaves globs on the ends of nails like too many coats of liquid paper. It was smooth, eggshell white that was maybe a little too thin and streaked through my hair like opaque water without leaving behind its color. I don't remember why I washed my hair with fingernail polish. There were other things too, in the dream. There was a locker room that turned into a labyrinth and a frantic race to find my clothes before my towel shrank too small to cover those vital areas. But all I really remember is the streaks of white finger nail polish streaking through fine hair and spinning down the drain.