Unlike last time, this was about a 30 second long dream - no buildup. A lot happened in those 30 seconds though.
I was sitting in the chair, having just been giving gas to knock me out (something I would never allow in real life). The procedure to be performed was the actual next step in the process - having the gum re-opened up over the titanium post they drilled into my jawbone, so that the prosthetic crown can be attached.
As my consciousness is starting to fade, the doctor takes a scalpel and starts to get to work in my mouth. There is a mirror in front of me, so that I can see what he's doing. Only he doesn't start slicing where he's supposed to - upper left front tooth area (#9). Instead, he slices a huge gash all along the bottom right side of my mouth, just under where the teeth meet the gum, from the last molars all the way into the front of my mouth, as if he's planning to remove all of my teeth on that side. He does the same thing to the other side.
This all happens so fast - two quick, deft strokes - and I'm already starting to go under, so that it's taking me a second to wonder why the hell he's doing this, instead of doing what he's supposed to be doing. He looks at me, and smiles broadly and says something. I don't remember exactly what it was, but it creeped me the hell out, enough that it basically confirmed that I've found myself in the hands of a psycho.
As the laughing gas keeps putting me further under (far more slowly than I think it does in reality), I struggle to consider my options. I'm not restrained, so I can try to get up and run. But I'm hemorrhaging blood from my mouth - so much so that even if I were able to get up, fight him off, and run out of the building, I don't even know how far I would get before I lost consciousness from blood loss. And this is all assuming I even make it more than a few steps before the gas finally puts me out. And on top of all of this, he's holding the scalpel in my mouth the whole time, so if I start to struggle, he can certainly do quite a lot more damage before I get free, if he so chooses.
Or I can let myself pass out, so at least I won't have to experience whatever he has planned, and just pray that it's not his intention to kill me.
The obvious answer is to bolt. If a doctor just starts slicing you up willy-nilly, he's probably gone off the deep end and you're not long for this world. But the dream was doing a very good job of simulating a drug-muddled mind. And between the severity of the wounds, and how far gone I already was from the gas, I really probably wouldn't have made it that far.
Plus, I began to wonder if what I thought was happening was really happening. Maybe the doctor was doing exactly what he was supposed to do, but the gas was interfering with my perception of reality. What if everything is going routinely, but I just suddenly jump up and bolt out of the room, bleeding all over myself and violently trying to keep everyone who's trying to help me away from me?
Of course, if I let myself go under, I may never wake up. Or wake up to find myself in a very sorry state.
There as no resolution or defined ending. I didn't wake up - it just ended with uncertainty and moved on to another dream.