Byte-ing my toenail

I was talking to Rob this evening and something he said brought back a funny vignette from last night's dream-fare.

I was studying one of my toes and realized with surprise that I had let its nail grow so long that it had prettily and carefully curled over the top of that toe, following its contour smoothly and exactly, as if it had been seeking camouflage and self-preservation. The nail had grown almost to the point of beginning a downward turn toward the underside of my toe. I felt some panic as I touched (and admired) the nail and realized it was going to be really difficult to cut with clippers now.