Strange dream. Apparently, there's a new dream-trend of having a dinner party where you cook a full meal, then put out a bowl of razor blades (double-sided or, er, safety). You either eat the meal or break the blades up into little fragments and eat them. At the end, you're full either way. In the dream, I tried the blades a few times, then decided it was unhealthy and quit (cold turkey, I might add).
I did not wake up with a metallic taste in my mouth, nor do I have a sore throat. I'm sure that the Freudians amongst us can offer more insight than I'm having right now. Back to real life.
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