Strange dream

I had the most bizarre dream last night and wanted to record it somewhere. 

I dreamt that I had a large mole on my leg – about the size of a 50p piece.  I was concerned about it so I went to the doctor’s.  He took one look and told me not to worry. 

“But what if it’s cancer?”

“No it’s just pigmentation.  Look it can be scraped away easily with this”.

And then he proceeded to remove the brown mark with his scalpel, as if he was scratching away the silver panel on a lottery ticket.

Next thing, the brown patch had come off – whole – and he handed it to me.

And it was just like a pancake.  An extremely thin, very small pancake that had been cooked for too long and had gone all crispy. 

He told me that I could eat it and that it would taste sweet.  So I took a bite and offered it around to everyone else in the doctor’s room, too.  It tasted just like those biscuits that you get with ice cream sometimes – the tube shaped ones – don’t know what they’re called. 

The doctor began to tell me that this was nature’s way of creating food for when there was none, and that people “lost in forests” could eat these if they ran out of supplies (!).  At the same time, I looked down and noticed that on my leg, where the ‘pancake’ had been, there was a circular patch of tiny veins.  They all led to a central point and were just like what you see when an optician shines a light on the back of your eye during an eye test.

It was gross, strange and a bit disturbing.  And I have no idea what it’s supposed to mean or why I was dreaming about such things.