Lego of my dreams

I woke with an entertained smile this morning.

It's amazing to me how vivid my dreams can be on the medication I'm taking.
I was approached by a young boy, perhaps very early teens. I was minding my own business in some kind of room when he came in looking for help, specifically from me for some reason.
He seemed to know me and was quite comfortable expressing his concern that he had some kind of item lodged up his bum, and would I help him get it out.
Well, it's not every day that happens, so I was surprised I was so nonchalant about such a request. But then again, it's MY dream.
I had him lie on his back as I got my gloves ready for inspection.
My first thought was, "Does this boy not know the difference between his arse and his balls?"
My second thought, "Why does one ball look like it has a rectangular lego piece in it?"
My third, "My god, his ball is twisted at the base like a rubbish bag when you spin it before tying it."
Poor boy, I had to man handle his testicle and give it an unfurl and a prod to make sure all was copestetic. As I watched the lego disappear back up inside where ever it came from he sighed and said, "Oh god! That feels so much better, thanks." The off he went out the room.

I woke.

So what does this mean?
Perhaps I am needing to deal with some twisted, knotted stress in my life I am not consciously aware of.
Maybe it's the chantix, steroids and pain meds I am currently on, and just enjoy the ride.
Or could it be I have some deep seated desire to manipulate some poor boy's scrotum.

What do YOU think?