I dreamt that I discovered that I was bald. I saw myself in two mirrors that exposed the top of my head. I looked a bit like a monk with his tonsure shaved. The bare skin stretched over the skull was shining bright. I remember touching a bald spot the size of my palm in great surprise. How is it possible that I have seen it never before? More, how is it possible that I have never touched it, either? But I was soon convinced that it was the matter of special mirrors. Seeing is believing, too. When I woke up, I touched the top of my head at once. To my relief, everything was fine. The old brush was still there.