A friend of a friend told me about her mother’s hair, which was long and lustrous and which she (the mother) believed to have properties beyond the ability to keep her head warm.
Each evening before laying down her head, she would braid her locks into a single tail and with each overlapping section would say a word quietly to herself. Each word represented a notion and each notion represented a dreamscape. As she dissolved into sleep each night she would enter into this self propelled vision.
Upon rising, she would undo her braid banishing the night’s adventures in preparation for her daytime existence