I had this dream probably in 2004 after visiting the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida.
My left forearm had been slashed wrist-to-elbow then stitched up. I was worried because the stitches were coming apart, so I held the wound shut. Something distracted me for a moment, and I let go of my arm. When I looked at it again, I saw that the gash had opened completely, revealing not blood and bone but a pocket watch, playing cards, dollar bills*, and ladybugs shaded by sparse blades of grass.
I was then able to enter the wound physically and see the objects from the vantage of a small, ladybug-sized insect. The grass towered above me while I skirted the pocket watch and avoided running into the other bugs.
* There were also several dollar bills lying flat on the “floor” of the wound that I remembered after completing the illustration above. I won’t add them now because I don’t have the patience.