I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do they never seem worth remembering. But a week or so ago I had a very vivid, very memorable dream that I was going bald. I don't understand how the whole space-time continuum works in Dreamland, but in the course of this one night I went from a little bald spot at the back of my head to being so bald I just took a pair of clippers and did away with what little remained.  In my waking life I don't think I'd care one way or another if I lost my hair;  but in my dream it was a terrifying disaster.