Last night's dream is about hair. Like Samson, my hair seems suddenly shorn. I find myself lying on the ground supine, and my hair, once long, is in three sections beside me, each divided by a little line of stones. The first section is my real hair cut short. The next segment seems to be white gravel. Finally there is a third segment of hair which is growing underneath a clear plastic covering. Although my hair is part of me it is also the earth beside me.