Mahinda’s Little World

I had a very strange dream last night, and I have absolutely no idea what brought it on.

A long time ago, I fell through the floor while exploring in a disused farm building. Stepped on a rotten beam and the next thing I knew was that I was lying flat on my back on the ground floor concrete — a drop of at least four metres, I reckon. I was probably out cold for at least twenty seconds.

Why is that relevant? It’s definitely coincidence, but that’s my last memory before I was told that I was short-sighted and had to wear glasses. I was ten or eleven years old at the time.

So, this dream. For some reason, while brushing my teeth, I saw something strange in the corner of my right eye (it must have been my right, as that’s the one that used to have worse vision)…so, I pulled on it, and a large (as in, eye-sized and pretty thick) shard of glass came out. This scared me somewhat, but my eye was fine.

And I could see! Apparently, it was the glass that had caused my short-sightedness…and the other eye had been compensating, so that was fine now as well.

As to how no-one had spotted the glass before, I don’t know. I do remember thinking, in the dream, that it must have embedded itself during the aforementioned fall.

The rest of the dream consisted of me wandering around doing normal stuff without my glasses on, yet being able to see. I was pretty elated by it.

I wonder what it means?

Please, no glass eye jokes in the comments. This is a family blog!