"Safari Dogs"
I'm in a hair salon getting a haircut. It's very posh and crowded. Unfamiliar to me. The guy cutting my hair keeps cutting out big tangles and snarls and showing them to me. I suddenly realize that I didn't tell him to layer my hair, and never asked the cost of the cut. It turns out to be cheap, $5, and I pay him with a $6 dollar bill (!) I find in my purse.
Around us are all these dogs with fur like safari animals. Otherwise they look like regular dogs, but their fur is, respectively, of a leopard, a giraffe and a tiger. They're very sweet and friendly to me. I compliment the haircutter on them and he tells me they were created by Trump.My kids and their friend Pinky show up, they've all had haircuts too. My haircutter hates teenagers and is openly hostile to them, so I apologize and we leave.
Now I'm outside looking for my kids and my car. I'm on Fifth Avenue in NYC, but it looks like Market St. in SF. My phone is ringing but by the time I get it out I see it was my daughter Stacy calling, and she hangs up.
Final scene, I'm driving the car with the kids in the back, trying to make a u-turn on a narrow street crowded with lots of parked cars. I softly hit one car and back up relieved there wasn't any damage done. Finally I succed in making the turn and we drive onto the freeway. I suddenly realize we are on the part that goes directly to the Bay Bridge, and I can't get off before we'll be forced to cross it.