had a particularly vivid dream
right hand got decapitated
got surgeries to attach it back but it hurts to move my fingers
could only move my index finger and the ring finger

remembered waking in the middle of the night
felt a sharp pain down my right arm
and i cant move

woke up in the morning
moved my right hands and stretched my fingers

i remembered thinking

bless modern medicine and technology

p/s: weird how they say dreams are supposed to picture real life fears, no?

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