I know I have had a few dreams and a couple of nightmares about razors. I once dreamed that I enered the bathroom to find my friend throwing all my razors and mugs and stuff onto the floor, stomping and breaking them all. I woke up in a cold sweat and ran to the bathroom to make sure my babies were ok. They were, and I soon found my self dreaming of my new Boker which isn't here yet.