I had a dream last night that on a drunken whim I got laser eye surgery. It was so amazing that I could see as soon as I woke up. I was walking around thrilled until my friend Karen, who actually got laser eye surgery in awake world, pointed out that I will never need glasses again. As soon as she said that I started crying and groping my lens-free face in shock. What was I going to identify with myself now?
I had no idea I had so much of my personality invested in my wearing glasses. I need to work on that because that's kind of pathetic.