Normally, in the dentist's chair I clutch the monkey fist on my keychain so I have something to squeeze down on in case of pain. Yesterday I forgot and left my keys in my coat pocket and so I used my teeny flashlight for a worry bead instead.
We got to the point where she was doing the fillings and I nodded off to sleep while she had the big UV gun in my mouth, and I guess my grip must have loosened a little bit on my flashlight, because I remember vividly having a dream where I had just gotten a new laser drill and was watching a Public Service Announcement on the Four Rules of Laser Drill Safety, as formulated by that great laser drill safety pioneer, Mr. T.
Rule Number One was "Don't drop the drill, fool!"
Then I woke up. I had not dropped my flashlight. The drill in the dream was cool, though; it was a big chainsaw-looking thing (only without the cutting bar, of course) that shot out a red beam for as long as you held down the button, or you could use the button as an "on" toggle.