Generally I don’t have any dreams when I’m sleeping, so when I had one this week that was coherent enough for me to recall it when I awoke, I quickly related it to my wife so that it would be firm in my mind for documentation. The term “my mind” is extra-appropriate in this instance, as the central subject of my dream was in fact my actual brain.

A lab wanted to examine my brain, so my wife and best friend removed it for me to drop it off there. This might sound difficult, but it turned out to be a relatively simple removal. If you’ve ever seen Doctor Strange or Avengers Endgame where The Ancient One can just kind of “power shove” your astral form out of your physical body, it was like that. Except with the “push” being to my face, and with just my fully physical brain somehow popping out of the back of my head. Just go with it.

Anyway, Brainless Dabid was seemed to be functioning just fine for quite some time. Super Smash Bros. was being played (I’m not sure which one, but I think Brawl or later), which should have been a flag to me that I was within a dream or something, since I can’t play Smash anymore since I lost most of my vision.

At some point, the lab called my wife to let her know they were done examining my brain and I really needed to get it reinserted into my head before it expired. I asked my wife and best friend if they could just pop it back in themselves, but they insisted it should probably be done at a hospital.

We went and picked up my brain at the lab, where it was handed back to us in a crumpled white paper bag. If you’ve ever gotten a nearly translucent white paper bag with patches of grease covering regions of it, like from a bakery or what-not, it was like that (with a good amount of brain matter deft to it–like a dense chunk of cake or something) . One of those clear plastic clamshells used at grocery stores and such may have been more hygienic for my brain, but whatever.

Anyway, we all went over to the hospital, which was a bit labyrinthine, so we had to wander for a bit while searching for the proper place to have a brain put back in to one’s head.

I overheard some nurse talking about how they needed to keep a baby elephant alive for the procedure (I assumed they were talking about mine, but my family didn’t seem to agree).

We eventually found a nurse, and realizing they were going to have to lift off the top of my head to reinsert my brain, I explained I was going to need to be heavily sedated. The nurse warned that I was gonna be “naWWWWW-seous!” after they put my head back on.

And then I woke up. I don’t know exactly how to interpret this dream, but I figured it was crucial that I chronicle it regardless.

What could it mean?