Cause I'm dreaming...
So last night I had this horrible dream...
I was in some kind of cabin up north...not one I had ever been in, but I knew for a fact it was a cabin and it was huge, because both my family and my cousin Traci and her kids and some other random family members from that side were staying in it too. So I'm leaning over this sink that's only meant for hand-washing apparently (it was in the dining room area - RANDOM!), and my retainers were in early that evening. But they HURT terribly on the top. So I'm looking into the mirror as I take the top piece out...and out pop TWO OF MY TEETH! I'm absolutely HORRIFIED!
I scramble to try and get a closer view of the inside of my mouth in the mirror...but you know how hard it is to view the top, back section in a mirror, especially with crappy lighting. At first I thought maybe they were the teeth right near where my wisdom teeth had been taken out (because I had been warned before that that might happen, though it had been months and I knew that was highly unlikely). But no, I lost two teeth in the middle of my left, top side. And I couldn't fathom for the life of me why...they were my adult teeth, so no new ones...I take good care of my teeth, no random knocks to the face...
I turned around to see Traci sitting at the dining room table looking at me funny...I was in tears and explained that my two teeth fell out...and then there was an uproar as the rest of the family tried to divine what had gone wrong, tossing various explanations back and forth while also trying to reassure me that everything would be OK. Traci looked stricken...she was trying to blame herself by saying that she had suggested my brothers and I get the orthodontic work done (so not true in reality, btw), so it must be her fault...someone else was speaking over her saying that they've got really good dentures these days, can't even tell when teeth get replaced...and I had this mental picture of myself popping my teeth down like my grammom used to do...and I started crying. I wanted to call for mom and dad (who were out shopping apparently), but I was too afraid they'd blame me and have the exact cause hidden away somewhere, whipping it out to beat me over the head with the minute they found out...
I never did find out what happened since my alarm sounded right then. I'm beginning to discover that I never truly get to finish dreaming...they just keep going and going until I must wake up...be they good or bad dreams. Not sure how I feel about that...
I was in some kind of cabin up north...not one I had ever been in, but I knew for a fact it was a cabin and it was huge, because both my family and my cousin Traci and her kids and some other random family members from that side were staying in it too. So I'm leaning over this sink that's only meant for hand-washing apparently (it was in the dining room area - RANDOM!), and my retainers were in early that evening. But they HURT terribly on the top. So I'm looking into the mirror as I take the top piece out...and out pop TWO OF MY TEETH! I'm absolutely HORRIFIED!
I scramble to try and get a closer view of the inside of my mouth in the mirror...but you know how hard it is to view the top, back section in a mirror, especially with crappy lighting. At first I thought maybe they were the teeth right near where my wisdom teeth had been taken out (because I had been warned before that that might happen, though it had been months and I knew that was highly unlikely). But no, I lost two teeth in the middle of my left, top side. And I couldn't fathom for the life of me why...they were my adult teeth, so no new ones...I take good care of my teeth, no random knocks to the face...
I turned around to see Traci sitting at the dining room table looking at me funny...I was in tears and explained that my two teeth fell out...and then there was an uproar as the rest of the family tried to divine what had gone wrong, tossing various explanations back and forth while also trying to reassure me that everything would be OK. Traci looked stricken...she was trying to blame herself by saying that she had suggested my brothers and I get the orthodontic work done (so not true in reality, btw), so it must be her fault...someone else was speaking over her saying that they've got really good dentures these days, can't even tell when teeth get replaced...and I had this mental picture of myself popping my teeth down like my grammom used to do...and I started crying. I wanted to call for mom and dad (who were out shopping apparently), but I was too afraid they'd blame me and have the exact cause hidden away somewhere, whipping it out to beat me over the head with the minute they found out...
I never did find out what happened since my alarm sounded right then. I'm beginning to discover that I never truly get to finish dreaming...they just keep going and going until I must wake up...be they good or bad dreams. Not sure how I feel about that...