No one wants to hear about your dreams. Seriously. No one. What utter nonsense your brain spews forth from it's dark and twisty nooks and crannies is only fascinating to you. And if you never do this, kudos; but, I'm certain you know someone who does. "Oh man... I had this really weird dream the other night. It was sooooooooo real." Dramatic pause.......
Despite the fact that no one - and I mean, no one - cares... there are a few instances where the Dreamer's ramblings will fall on a willing ear. Still, please take note: Your dreams are not prophetic, Moses. You're not a star on the hit drama Medium, and I assure you that dead people are not talking to you. You're pepperoni pizza rolls are talking to you. Keep the conversation to yourself.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I have this recurring dream...
I have this recurring dream that all my teeth fall out of my mouth. Just. Fall. The heck out. Of my mouth. For no good reason. I don't get kicked in the face in my dream. I don't run into a doorknob or get hit by a tire or have complicated oral surgery. I'm just dream Megan, standing around talking to a dream friend or dream relative, and suddenly I have a mouthful of teeth. Feels like marbles. Really sharp marbles, heavy-ish and jagged, knocking around freely in my mouth. I stand there, pretending to be cool, calm and collected. Pretending I don't realize all my teeth have simultaneously crumbled and I have a mouthful of blood and shards. Then I wake up, because clearly this is a prophetic dream about how I'm to enroll in a Dental Hygienist Program immediately.
My mind is still searching for answers to this mystery as I brush, floss and rinse before bedtime, when it dawns on me that this whole thing is just like that dream I had...
(... are you still here? I thought I gave you express permission to leave due to the fact that other people's dreams are stupid and unworthy of an audience. Fine. Have it your way!)
Goodnight.... er good day :)
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