I’m sitting at the dining room table from when I was a kid, only I’m my current age. I was seated in my Dad’s seat and one of my sisters was hovering around placing things. I think my Mom was in the kitchen…
Elton John was seated to my right.
We had half eaten dinner in front of each of us, as though we got there late and my sister was cleaning up after everyone. I get it in my head to ask Elton to give me a hair cut.
The scene switches to some kind of den, I’m seated in a deep leather love seat. Elton is now the one hovering around the room and my sister was sitting. I ask again for a haircut, and have to kind of chide him on. He seems interested, but also busy entertaining.
Scene switches again back to the dining room and Elton freak’n John is cutting my hair! And he’s enjoying it! And I’m enjoying it!
Then I wake up. 
I don’t recall hearing an Elton John song yesterday. I wonder what the hell brought on a dream like that? All I know is, it was weirdly fun dream.