I dreamed a woman with red gloves reached into my body, so that I had to mentally change my protest from “stop doing that!” to the more appropriate but hitherto un-conceived of “Get out (of my body)!”.

It was as if my body became a box, divided and spacious enough to be able to reach in and clutch a part of me, maybe it was my gall bladder or something. I felt it.

It was weird.