Toothless
I had one of those horrible tooth-loss dreams last night. This was the worst one I've ever had. In it, I was talking to Greg and Jennifer from Rosary Army (I don't know why I would be talking to them; I'm sure such a conversation would be extremely awkward). I would try to talk, and my broken teeth would get in the way. At first it was just the front teeth, so I removed them from my mouth and tried to continue gracefully. However, then more of my teeth became broken, and I was unable to talk because my mouth was full of sharp, jaggedy teeth shards and saliva and blood.
I finally broke from the conversation, went to the bathroom, removed all the broken teeth, and washed my mouth out. Then I felt much better, but I still had all these tooth nubs and began to despair at my appearance. I called a dentist, who wouldn't see me for several days, which upset me further since I hoped we could salvage my teeth still, and I knew time was of the essence.
Except teeth that were as badly broken as mine in my dream would never be repaired.
It was such a spooky feeling that it stayed with me all day.
I finally broke from the conversation, went to the bathroom, removed all the broken teeth, and washed my mouth out. Then I felt much better, but I still had all these tooth nubs and began to despair at my appearance. I called a dentist, who wouldn't see me for several days, which upset me further since I hoped we could salvage my teeth still, and I knew time was of the essence.
Except teeth that were as badly broken as mine in my dream would never be repaired.
It was such a spooky feeling that it stayed with me all day.