Recurring dreams. Interesting but pesky interruptions to a good night’s sleep.
I confess to not having had this dream for a while. When it does take over my sleeping hours it feels so real. My teeth are falling out – as I bite into some tasty morsel a tooth comes loose and embeds itself in the food; I’m talking with friends and out spits a tooth; I can feel them all going off-kilter, detaching from my gums and dropping like flies.
It’s so real, so much so that when I waken I run my tongue over my teeth to make sure they’re all there.
I’m sure there’s a simple explanation as to why I have this dream. I know for sure it doesn’t foretell:
- coming into a bucketload of money
- a new, exciting and torrid romance or
- hugely magnificent singing success leading to a fabulous international career with loads and loads of travel.