this morning #905.

this morning, i was knee-deep in one of those creepy teeth dreams, the kind where you’re staring at yourself in a mirror & you smile wide & your incisors drop away one by one until you can see straight through to the back of your mouth. there was once a time in my life when i’d have these dreams regularly. my teenage years, mostly. not sure why. with age, these teeth dreams faded away & were replaced with ones where people sat around & talked. that was it. it wasn’t as if i could even make out what was being said. just a bunch of mouths moving. teeth intact. other than the people appearing in these scenes, i could glean no meaning. i did appreciate the lack of abstract terror though.