I dreamt last night that I was laying on a cold steel surgical table. The skin of my torso had been sliced down the middle and clamped to stay open. My bodily organs were exposed to the cold, dry air. Some tall auburn-haired guy with one of those doctor masks tied on to cover his mouth. He was wearing glasses and his hair was tied back with some piece of cloth. He began poking and stabbing and prodding at my organs, puncturing some of them. Then I woke up.