 sort of have a dream about this braid. And I dreamt there was a beautiful woman floating in a boat, a kind of Ophelia-like image. And I loved it. It was there with me every single day. And then when I reached puberty, I remember coming home one day and deciding to look at the braid and realizing that it was the braid of a dead person. And I remember closing it up, closing the drawer, and not looking at it ever again.