had a weird dream the other night. dreamt that we went for surgery lectures and suddenly i was given a surgery to do. i was like, wha? me?! and the prof went, yes you. i didn't even know what the surgery was about, and who the patient was. so i entered the ot and made the first incision in the chest. when it came to the sternum i tried to crack it with two long wooden spoons tied together with twine. couldn't, so i asked a guy who was just hanging around to do it. he cracked it, and the next thing i remember, we're operating on him on a five-foot way in chinatown. the people walking past were staring at us, so we decided to move him back to the ot. but we didn't go back to the hospital we'd come from. instead we went to one whose ots have never been used before to finish it up. here's the exciting part. i went off, but later was called back cuz apparently, the patient had gone mad. i ducked behind a wooden panel to try and call my dad (wonder why) and was attempting to open my clamshell phone without the patient knowing. told my dad, then later tried to look for the patient. found him, then talked to him. don't remember what i said but after a while, he did calm down, and my dream ended. weird.