Darling, don’t you go and cut your hair.
I had this nasty dream last night. I was having my hair cut. Everything was going well when at some point I realised it was all over and I had no hair left. I was completely, horribly bald. Me, a girl. How could it come to this? I was sitting there fuming, watching a sullen middle-aged woman in a white frock perfume my forehead. I was thinking of a terrible revenge. In fact, I was going to strangle her. But just as I stood up from my chair, the dream was over and I woke up.