making my way

Ah, scotch infused dreams are wacky.  There were random grocery store adventures, but during which there was a breaking of glass caused by me and someone else toppling over something.  I didn't get cut exactly, but I got dozens of tiny, nearly invisible but still painful glass shard splinters in my hand.  I managed to obtain a tweezer-like thing, but no one would let me stay still long enough to pluck them out.