Dreaming about dissection

A few nights ago, I had a dream about dissection. When we first started the dissection, the cadaver's hands, feet, and head were all wrapped in cloth. We removed the cloth from the hands and feet to dissect those structures, but the cloth covering the head will not be removed until next week when we begin the Head and Neck unit.

In my dream, I was standing over Gloria (my dissection group named our cadaver), removing the cloth from around her head. I pulled away the last pieces of cloth and looked at her face for the first time. Except, the skin of her face, her hair, her eyes, they all looked alive! Her wrinkly skin was flushed rather than embalmed. She had a full head of thick, wavy, gray-blond hair. And her light blue eyes - she had her eyes open! - were looking up straight into mine. Her eyes seemed to have sadness in them.

This sight obviously freaked me out. I looked down at Gloria's dissected body, to make sure that she was actually dead, then back up at her face and into her eyes. I took control of the dream, at that point, observing within the dream that Gloria was in fact dead and that this was my subconscious mind's way of processing some anxiety that I have about seeing Gloria's face for the first time. The vivacity of her face faded to match the gray coldness of the rest of her dissected body, her eyes slowly closed, and the dream ended.