Dream a little dream of teeth
2002 05 24
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I just had the most bizarre dream.
One of my teeth had come out; one that looked like a molar but for some reason was where the lower left eye tooth is. It was immense, but all broken, and the roots were black through and through, and other large chunks of the tooth had ugly black and brown bits stuck to them, very crusted looking. I kept spitting out bits of tooth, but there seemed no end to the tiny little pieces. I could hardly speak because my mouth seemed to have swollen a little, but there was absolutely no pain. The one big chunk I'd pulled out was immense, and I touched my face thinking I had removed part of my jawbone, but I hadn't.
I recall also trying to make a phone call from my bedroom, but instead of the number I'd dialled, the phone seemed to dial numbers of its own - almost as if it were someone else's phone. I did get someone I knew on the other end, but the call was so staticky that I could barely make her out. I should say that she seemed to recognise me more than I her, and my brain seemed to want to not recognise her at all simply because she hadn't been the person I'd been trying to call. Her name was Marianne. I'd gone into another room to use a phone there, so I could have a clearer signal, but that phone had disappeared. I picked up another phone and got a dial tone - like the phones in my place (which were all on the same number) had somehow disconnected from the line - at least the one in my room had.
There was also something very weird going on with my computer, like it was having very garbled language problems - like it had been loaded with too much, had its brain a bit fried, and was now trying to recover and sort through all the gibberish. I couldn't begin to describe how this looked on the screen. It was very bizarre.
My cousin showed up with a friend at one point, she was talking to my grandmother about her boyfriend Aaron, and when she noticed what was wrong with my mouth she got on her knees, pointed up at me, and started quoting some lines from a film or TV show that I can't now remember. There was a male name in the quote that started with S … like Seymour or something; though I'm having visions of Al Pacinoness about it. She also started shrinking to the point where she was less than two feet high; probably even smaller.