I had a dream recently that I lost my teeth.
It felt so real. Visceral. In the dream, I was standing in my bathroom, lost teeth rolling around in my mouth like loose pebbles. I stared at my reflection in horror, feeling each lost tooth with my tongue. My mouth was a mangled mess. I spat out each tooth, one by one, until they were all gone. Each one was ruined and rotten.
I’m not sure what that means, symbolically. But I did not like it.
Frostwritten 
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