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Recurring random nights past was this dream:

• There I stood looking in front of a mirror and suddenly something feels loose. I touch my teeth and accidentally pull a molar out effortlessly. I look through the mirror at my teeth and see that my teeth aren’t the way they used to be. I move my tongue unaware of the consequences. I realize too late that my teeth have lost their roots and now float on my gums. A few teeth fall out and I catch them in my hands. I didn’t really know what to do then, all I thought was that I had to keep my teeth in good condition if ever I wanted the dentist to be able to put them back in. I love food and I don’t know how I will carry on living without teeth. I ran to the fridge and got out a carton of milk and poured it into a bowl, and put the teeth I lost in. It was only then I realized that I wasn’t the one moving here and there…My teeth have moved from one side of my mouth to another. I thought that even if I lose all my teeth I could still eat with false teeth…so I spit the wandering teeth out and put them together with the rest of the teeth into the bowl. There were still other teeth in my mouth and so I went in front of the mirror and pulled them out as well. It was just then that I realized that I was just dreaming so I tried to wake myself up….and I did. I reached in my mouth and I was happy. My teeth were still there.

Then, just the other night, dreamt the same thing again:

• Every single detail was the same, I stood once more in front of the same mirror. I didn’t exactly know if the same teeth fell, but it didn’t matter. I got the milk from the same fridge. And I got the same bowl to put the milk and teeth in. It was not until I pulled all my teeth out that I realized that this was just the dream all over again. So I woke myself up again and touched my teeth. To my surprise, there were no teeth in my mouth. Right beside me was the bowl of milk and teeth. Upon realizing what could have happened, I woke up one more time.

I hated my mind for conjuring a dream such as that. It was a simple “nightmare” or bad dream that could easily happen in real life. That’s what made it so believable. That’s why I hated my mind for that brief moment. It all seemed so real and I was almost conviced. But then, I see dreams in a blur…I mean the foreground is clear yet somehow the background seems a bit unclear. Something like peripheral vision. It’s there but you’re not exactly sure.

I can’t help but laugh at this as I look back at this. Yet somehow I think that if I have this dream again, the fear will basically be the same. I don’t know why but my recurring dreams are like this. I experience dreams that are quite similar yet all seem new. Or maybe it’s just me that’s trying to replicate the same details so that I can re-dream the dream I had before…

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