Feeds:Tuesday, twenty-first week after Pentecost
Someone tell me the season after Pentecost will be shorter next year, or I'm switching calendars again.
So I had a dream the other night where I broke all my teeth. I didn't even realize it until I went to eat something, and bits of teeth fell out and rattled on my plate. From then on, every time I talked or tried to bite anything, more chips and crumbs of teeth kept falling out of my mouth. It didn't hurt, but it was somewhat distressing. For a long time after I woke up, I didn't want to move my mouth, because I still felt like my teeth were shattered.
This is not the most disturbing dream lately, of course, just the most relatable. Well, OK, last night I was fighting cultist alongside a girl who I suspected was an android. There was also a recurring dream, one I hadn't had since I was much younger -though to be fair, as I've grown older, the frequency of recurring dreams has dropped drastically. But my point is, cultists with giant carnivorous plants, helpful robots, and strange persistent injuries aren't anything terrible, and recurring dreams, perhaps because they're so familiar, are rather comforting. The day I woke up and immediately thought "Dreams, they complicate my life," (sung in the familiar style, of course), that was something else.
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