Sometimes a mouthful of glass is just a cigar

I had a dream last night where I went to some sort of class reunion -- high school? college? I couldn't be sure, as I didn't recognize any of the people. Various odd dream-like things went on, and at the end, I was cleaning up some broken glass, and apparently I decided that putting some pieces between my teeth to free up my hands was a good idea. You know where this is heading, people: Somehow I managed to accidently choke down some glass. Yup, I dreamt that I swallowed chards of glass. I don't know what it means, but it can't be good. And I only found it mildly amusing that I woke up with "Walking on Broken Glass" stuck in my head.