I tend to ramble about my dreams so I'll keep this short:
I cut out my heart, then cut off my richard. Then my brother came home and discovered my heart lying on the table, and he was worried I killed someone or something, so to convince him I was innocent I showed him my gaping chest wound and plopped my heart back inside. Later, I attempted to reattach my richard. The region was apparently so sticky that I was able to just put it back on without any stitches or glue or anything, but I was worried I might have damaged it when I initially cut it off, so I tried to take a piss to make sure it was working properly. As I peed, black slime oozed out of the cut between my richard and my crotch, and I started to worry I might need to go to the hospital, and I would have to admit to my mom that I cut my snake off. So I went to talk to my brother who was wading in a massive pile of DVDs and begged him for reassurance that my snake was healthy. He seemed extremely disinterested in my problem, just giving me answers like "probably", then I woke up.