I woke up in the ungodly morning hours from a dream where the back of my head had been embedded by a hatchet. The weapon had been thrown and entered the very back of my skull as though it were a block of wood. I walked around a bit with it still in until the weight and leaning over a certain way dislodged it.
The wound was eventually covered in guaze. Throughout the dream I was very cautious of what I did, afraid the bandaging would come off. Other than that, it was another typical dream. I just thought the hatchet part was odd enough to be worthy enough to be remembered.
There you go.