closed heart surgery

dream: heart surgery
asked then
at least to be
drugged to sleep
couldn’t tolerate
being awake for that
doctor was full of
mumblings but
gas masked my face
felt myself slide off
to sleep but not completely
he put his index finger in my mouth touching the roof, pressing firmly, intensely, incredible pressure, screaming, the finger broke through and there was the sound of bones breaking, blood; doctor now pouring this liquid up into the new hole leading to my heart, but then spilling all over the place, him drinking some of it himself, insane fits and collapsing.
I fall out of consciousness and enter a dark room of a dream, a black screen video game type of place, the goal being to destroy the impurities, flush them out. once they were gone, I woke up, entered the lobby in a daze, dripping the blood, mouth killing me, my mother, other relatives there, with the sleeping masks on, all of them not completely there. “nurse, what is going on? what is up with my doctor?”
“he just couldn’t take it,” she said. “was this normal, puncturing the hole in my mouth like this?” “no.” “tell me what he poured down into my heart.” “battery acid.”