I dreamed I was still in the OR, but the patient was me

I was standing at the foot of the table, watching my own body under the lights — calm, still, eyes closed — and I knew I had to make a decision. Not whether to operate, but whether to stop. The anesthesiologist said something about 'prognosis,' but I couldn’t hear it. It wasn’t fear. It was… recognition. Like I’d been waiting for this moment my whole life. When I woke up, my hands were trembling. I didn’t even know why.