While sleeping in the chair in the hotel, I dream my teeth are falling out. Much like a dream I had several years before, but in that one I had grown another set of teeth out of my gums. I remember that second set being attributed to some kind of fungal growth — nasty really.
But of the current dream — all I remember is the sensation of spitting big, crunchy, sharp molars out of my mouth. Imagine biting down on a tooth — a big one. Then spitting it out. That was the impression this dream gave off. Nasty, really.
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