A few weeks ago I had a dream that, as Jacob noticed, was pretty similar to one of jwz’s dreams. It happened shortly after I got back from OLS and it was still fresh in my mind.

I was in Montreal with Phil, Deb, Shaver, Zach and others at some trendy, poorly-lit restaurant. We were all sitting at one of those curvy corner booth things that was made out of a black pleather. I noticed that one of my teeth (a molar on the right side of my upper set) was loose and I was playing with it. I thought in the back of my mind, "I should get that looked at by a dentist". Fast-forward through all the merriment and to the consuming. I take a bite out of my hard, crunchy food (I don’t remember what it was) and feel something funny in my mouth. Yes, that loose tooth had fallen out. Now, I’ve never had a permanent tooth fall out, and so I began to get a little freaked when this happened; I remember saying to the gang that I need to get to a hospital or a dentist Right Fucking Now so that they can get the tooth back in and I wouldn’t lose it.

While this was going on, all of the rest of my upper teeth fell out in one fell swoop. Blood began gushing out of my mouth, down my lips and chin.

This is when I became hysterical.

This was also when I woke up.

The blood I had imagined pouring out of my mouth was in fact saliva, a nice little puddle of drool was now on my pillow. I was also in a cold sweat and panting heavily. Fun.