Bad night's sleep... Had a nightmare that I was in a prisoner of war camp, and I queued up to sit in the barber's chair, waiting my turn. The line shuffled along, and my turn came. My shoulders were grabbed from behind and I was forced down into the chair, and held whilst my hair was all shaved off with clippers (like a sheep being sheared...). When I woke (a couple of times), my hand went automatically to my head, and I sighed with relief it was just a dream... and then I remembered!!!!
Aaaaaahhhh
hhhhhhhh!!!!
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