didn’t remember that i had it ’till halfway through the day, but last night i had a dream where i was.. not really brushing, but definitely cleaning my teeth with a strait razor. you know, those big old-school ones barbers use.
it didnt get as gruesome as you’d expect; it was pretty lucid, though very surreal. i was in a bathroom and noticed some plaque build up or something deep in my mouth. there was no brush, but this razor. so, looking in the mirror i started to try and stick this thing down into my mouth, and though i normally wouldn’t be able to see shit, my point of view was almost as if i was in my own mouth. anyway, i feel like the razor started to transform into a hunting knife or something, and i dunno, but something about those details made me think, ‘what the fuck am i doing?’ and gain more control.
so i stopped before it got nasty. no blood, no loss of teeth.. but very, very odd… and teeth related.
Kent Estabrook, 24, MA
