I dreamt I was threading a needle with fishing line

I'm back in the OR but the instruments are wrong — a fishing rod, a spool of line, my old hands moving with that familiar certainty anyway. The patient is breathing under the drape and I can't find the incision because the skin is humming, a low E flat. I wake up just before I cut. That's the part I miss, I think — the certainty, not the cutting.