My hair is getting a little too long which means I’m constantly combing it to keep the hair out of my face. I have a comb—one I can actually find.
I’ve lost track of how many combs I’ve bought over the years only to lose them in only a matter of days. I never know where they disappear to.
Last night, I had a dream about combs. Can’t say I’ve ever dreamed about combs before. In the dream, I was finding them everywhere in my apartment—in drawers, in the microwave, in the dish rack, in my bed, in books using them as bookmarks, you get the idea.
For whatever reason, in the dream, I felt the need to put every comb I was finding in my right rear pants pocket. That’s where I always put the one comb I’ve managed to hold onto. That right rear pocket was now full of combs—so many in fact, they started falling out. In a panic that I was going to lose the found combs, I woke up.
After drinking my coffee, I went to get cleaned up. In the bathroom, I found a comb I had lost months ago. It was behind a shampoo bottle.
A little later on, while getting ready to go out, I found another comb in a sports jacket, found it in an inside pocket. Now, instead of having only one comb, I now have three. Unlike the dream, I put the extra combs in a drawer and not in my right rear pants pocket.
Did that dream have anything to do with finding the combs? I don’t know. Maybe it just means I need to get a haircut.