Inner child

I dreamed about this painting last night. Photos of it were in the pack of class photos that was supposed to have my son's photos. Also in the photo envelope were photos of a woman wearing a white headband. It did not look like me, but I think it was supposed to be me. I returned the photos because where are the photos of my son? Next they gave me photos of a red-haired woman. This morning in real life the photos of my son were on the kitchen table. They must have arrived in the mail yesterday.
Shall I dye my hair today?