Part of a dream I was having last night involved me plucking my eyebrows. And while I was in the process of doing this, they seemed to be growing ever longer, to the point where I had to part it and work in sections. And then I began to pre-trim the hair with scissors. It was blondish and glossy and just very slightly curved, the tips touching the apples of my cheeks. I remember lamenting that of all the places to have really nice, thick, manageable, shiny hair, it had to be my eyebrows.