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.
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