A strange dream

I had the weirdest dream last night... not a nightmare because I didn't wake up frightened... just needing to pee.


In the dream, I am travelling by boat at dusk to a small island where a group of people are living in an old wooden house. There, I am laid out on a stone tablet and the men there use a cleaver to cut into my arm. Apparently, it's part of an initiation ritual of some kind. So despite the terrible pain, I endure it. Instead of hacking off the entire hand though, they leave it and let me return back to wherever I've come from. So I board the boat in the dark of night and head back (to somewhere). But the next moment, it's dusk once more and I'm back on the boat heading towards the island. This goes on for some time. After returning to the boat, the arm seems to heal just enough to restore it to full functionality, but deep scars are running all around my arm just below the wrist. At some point I have a conversation with someone about the nature of the ritual. If I am truly going to help these people in the future, wouldn't it be better to remove my non-dominant hand (ie, the left instead of the right)? Good idea, I think. The next night, at the house, I tell them, "Look, can we do this on the left hand... I kind of need the right." And that very instant the house and the people change. The men become fearsome. They have bloody tattoos on their face. Before I can even budge, the fiercest has taken the cleaver and begins to repeatedly hack into my knees. "Why are you doing this?!" I cry out as my legs turn into a bloody mess. But they howl and cackle with glee, refusing to hear me. I wake up.