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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - Dental Hell"

DREAM - Dental Hell

Stan had gold teeth in front, but it was more like gold leaf because it was flaking off on his top teeth. I mentioned this to him and he said he was just going to let it rub off and not replace it. I told him that he should do something because he had absolutely no enamel on those teeth. Then, somehow *I* ended up at a dentist instead. It was a strange place, like someone's apartment as opposed to a modern dentist office. I was sitting in the chair and told the assistants that I didn't have time to brush before I came, and wouldn't they let me brush first? They gave me a toothbrush and told me to go ahead, but didn't tell me where the bathroom was. I was walking down this narrow hallway, trying to find the bathroom. The doors were dark wood and very was an old apartment building. I opened up one door that appeared to be the master bedroom. It was a total mess and the bed was unmade...clothes strewn everywhere. I opened up another door that was just a broom closet. I finally found a bathroom, but it too was a total mess. There was hardly any room to spit in the sink, and the toilet had clothes draping over the side of it and some were in the bowl itself and it was unflushed. Even though I didn't use the toilet, I thought I should flush it anyway, but in doing so, managed to flush some of the clothes down the toilet. I felt really bad about messing up their plumbing.


I think you've dreamt many times that you're walking around in a place looking something like that, with heavy doors, in an old apartment building. I like that part about flushing clothes down the toilet cause it reminds me of a guy who flushed down a towel when he was at a party in someone else's house and too drunk and wanted to flush it down just for fun.

Posted by Nico @ 09:03:2002:05:44 PM CST

I always have a paranoia of losing something down a toilet that's not meant to be there. I always fear my rings or bracelet will just spontaneously fall off when I throw paper in it or flush.

Posted by Ann @ 09:04:2002:09:31 PM CST

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