Owning my carotid

I shaved in my dream, with a blade. I don't know if I killed myself in my dream because I woke up halfway through, but when I got up I knew what I had to do: shave!

My high-falutin brother might have popped out to someplace to get a shave, but I wanted to do it myself. One of my nieces had left an unopened Gillette Fusion razor at my parents, so I borrowed it, shaved and survived!