The Hairy Dream

I dreamed a dream in times to come ... When hope will be high and life worth living ... again. And in this dream, when all this is over, throughout the world, there will be a shortage of hairdressers appointments. People will phone and call everywhere to book a time to have their hair cut. But no one will be able to book them in for every slot will be already taken.

People will walk the streets like zombies with hair as long as it could be. Growing from every place that one can fathom and never seeming to want to stop. People will be tripping and falling on their moustaches and beards. Women in search for a salon. Armpits hair so long that it is braided or in ponytails. And hair growing everywhere.

The queues outside hairdressers and salons will be miles long with people standing at least two metres apart to respect social distancing. Governments everywhere will try to shorten the queues by asking people to stand closer together again.

All will be well once more in this new dawn. People will be allowed to hug and kiss again except for the hair that comes between them. Hair uncut for such a long time encouraging others to grow unwanted.

And in my dream I drove up the highway in my sports car. My girl beside me with her hair blowing in the wind. And I had to stop to pick it up before it got entangled in the trees.

I also dreamt that I went to the hairdresser and asked him for a Tony Curtis hairstyle. He shaved my head totally bald. I was livid. Really mad. "You've shaved me totally bald," I cried, "do you even know who Tony Curtis is?" 

"Indeed I do," he replied, "I saw him in The King And I fifteen times."

A few weeks later I went to another hairdresser. He asked me how I’d like my hair cut. I looked at him and said, “Like yours!”

He shaved my head totally bald. I was livid again. I said, “that’s not like yours!”

He replied, “Yes it is, but mine has grown again now!”

A few weeks later on I went to yet another hairdresser. He asked me how I’d like my hair cut. He had a photo of Gary Cooper. I pointed at the photo and said, “like him!”

He shaved my head totally bald. I was really livid, more than before. I said, “That’s not what Gary Cooper looks like!”

He replied, “He would if he came here for a haircut!”

In this dream there was hair everywhere. As it was cut there became a problem of disposal or re-cycling.

What can you do with all this hair that has been growing uncut for weeks on end? It gathered and rolled everywhere as tumble-weed in cowboy films.

To find a single hair in your soup in a restaurant became a dream to aspire to rather than the norm.

A hair's breadth was measured in miles.

I dreamed a dream in times to come.
When hope will be high and life worth living ... again.
I dreamed, that love had never died.
I dreamed that God would need a calculator to count the hair on our head.

Even the hairs of your head have all been counted. So do not be afraid; you are worth much more than many sparrows! (Luke 12:7)