I dreamt that I was driving to work and there was the figure of a man standing by the side of the road. In my dream, I also had the memory of having driven past him every day on the way to work.
In my dream, despite having driven past him every day forever, I had never seen his face, because when I was approaching him, he would be looking away, and when I checked my mirror after passing him, he appeared to have turned to face in the direction from which I had come. I only ever saw the back of his balding head, which was covered with wispy strings of hair.
In my dream, on what was the present day, I decided to slow down and get a look at him properly. I drew the car alongside him and he stooped as if to look through the side passenger window…
There was no face. His head was just a featureless sphere, uniformly covered with wispy strings of hair.