Tooth dreams

Until about a year, maybe a year and a half ago, I would have this reoccurring dream in which my teeth would fall out. It was very disturbing. Sometimes they would start out very loose—I could wiggle them with my tongue, or turn them around, or push them back and forth. Sometimes they would dangle by a little thread of flesh before falling out. Other times they would break, split, often on food, before I lost them completely. All of these things, by the way, happened when I was losing my baby teeth, but in these dreams it seemed apparent that I would never grow back new teeth, that I was doomed to gum my food and would never be able to talk or sing normally, or do any other activity requiring teeth. I remember, in my dreams, going to the mirror and inspecting my remaining teeth, which were also threatening to fall out, and despairing over all these never-to-be-done-again activities. I had this dream about once a month for about two years, until one night I had the same dream, only when I went to the mirror to look at my toothless mouth, I saw tiny new teeth beginning to grow in, white buds of teeth sprouting on my gums.

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