I dreamt that I was holding Maya in my arms and kissing her on her cheeks. Then I noticed that she had a beard. It was growing out of her chin only, but it was quite long and the hair was surprisingly rough. I realized that I did not notice it immediately because her hair was falling over her face. “Maya,” I said, “you have a beard!?” “Yes,” she replied in a small voice, unsure of her own feelings about her beard. I remember thinking that she was rather cute with it, looking like a little furry animal, but I also worried a bit about how it would look later in life.