To Sleep; Perchance to Dream

I hardly ever dream.  I used to think that I just hardly ever remember my dreams.  They say everyone dreams, just some folks don't remember their dreams on waking.  Well, I had a sleep study done (not because of the dreams, because of my snoring) and found out that I never actually enter REM sleep because I don't sleep deeply enough (see above snoring).  Well, I had surgery done to help with the snoring, and started taking meds to help with the sleeping, and now I dream.  Once in a while.

Last night's dream was remarkable for a couple of reasons.  One, because I had/remembered it.  Two, because it was odd.  My best friend had gotten a tongue piercing (this is not something that would EVER happen, but it was not odd in the dream).  It was giving him some problems, so I offered to remove it for him...the most logical way to do this was by cutting the post of the piercing with a Leatherman...I used the wire cutter tool.  Unfortunately, the tongue in question got caught in the handle of the tool and I lacerated it very badly.  So I took the tongue out, and was trying to sew it up, but I was very busy and kept getting interrupted and couldn't do it.  The dream ended there.  It was particularly odd because it wasn't disturbing.  I mean, I've just amputated my best friend's tongue and nobody's upset about it.

My subconscious is weird.   It's probably good that it doesn't talk to me very often.