Dreams Under Skin

This is the third dream I have had since I started my current job, that involved me pulling some kind of metal or plastic objects out of my body that were embedded there.

Last night I was at the horse stables I worked at for many years - I needed tweezers for something (nothing to do with the fact that someone has made a habit out of borrowing my tweezers to take the bones out of fish - to create dinners which I am very grateful for, however), and I found them implanted in my left shoulder. There were four of five pairs, entirely submerged under my skin the long way, except for a tiny bit of the top of the handles sticking out, so that when it was somehow communicated to me, "There are your tweezers; if you want them, you'll have to pull them all out," I could reach around with my right hand and pull them out of my shoulder.

This also has nothing to do, I'm sure, with the fact that I am surrounded all day at work by people who perform surgeries and manufacture devices to implant into kids to aid said surgeries. I still think there might be a bit more to it though. Much of what I have in the way of freedom, creative space, ideals, is being invaded by the life many of us are forced into living day in and day out. I'm beginning to feel that more and more of me is being infiltrated. I suppose my body is one of the most significant possible frontiers; the most unimaginable one (though not the most horrifying - I'd rather have my body taken than my mind, heart, or soul), so naturally, the fears manifest in dreams. Never mind the fact that I am required to sit all day long and be in one place, under neon lights in front of a flickering screen.