Dream

This ain't a dream log, I hardly ever write about my dreams and mostly don't remember them, but this one stuck. 

It stuck partially because it was not as easy to forget and partially because I've been trying to analyze it since morning. 

The Crux of it was that my hands didn't feel the same. There wasn't any pain, but my fingers felt odd, and I pressed each finger hard against the pad of my thumb, only to realize there were needles in each of them. So I started pulling them out, one by one. There wasn't any blood. No pain, just gentle relief, and I pulled out exactly hundred needles out of my right hand. 

They were invisible, but when I started pulling them out, they were there. 

I kept placing all the needles on a table. 

That's all I remember, but it didn't feel as gross in my dream as it feels writing about it.