I had sideburns. Inexplicably. I don't remember much of my dream, but I certainly had sprouted a considerable amount of facial hair. Great big mutton chops, full of vigor and life. Almost divine in appearance. This is the only thing that comes up in my mind. A single frame where I am wearing these thick and dark sweeping bits of finely-trimmed hair on the sides of my face. I know that there were other parts. There must've been. More important ones, too. It's funny how the human brain works. Prioritizing, rearranging the facts to suit what your personality wants. It's all so odd.

I can't even grow sideburns.