Last night I dreamed the salon had no mirrors

I keep dreaming I'm cutting hair in a salon with no mirrors. Clients sit down and tell me everything — their marriages, their fears about thinning, the thing they said to their mother in 1997 — and I just nod and keep cutting, but every head I finish turns out to be someone I used to know. Woke up with my hands still buzzing like I'd been working a full Saturday.