I dreamed I had two hands again, it was very exciting.
Beyond that, the dream was a little strange. It was about my youth -- but not as I remember it, not exactly. Everything looked distinctly Victorian, though I still attended Eton and Oxford and became a lawyer.
But after that, and I'm not quite certain how I managed it, but I discovered a place called Neverland. And there, wonder of wonders, I joined up with a pirate crew. Blackbeard's crew, no less.
It seems I am a pirate, after all. At least in some other dream world.