My alarm goes off most mornings at 5 AM, even I think it’s crazy. It started as an attempt to totally change my sleep patterns. I wanted to be an early riser...it hasn’t happened yet. During NaNoWriMo those early hours became my mad writing time. I tried to keep it up after November but quickly slipped into a new routine. Now, having the alarm blare just before the crack of dawn, gives me an odd sense of joy. When the first beep goes off I know I can hit snooze 12 to 16 more times before I actually have to move…I find comfort in that. I’ve also found that I actually remember two or three dreams from this sleep-awake-sleep routine, which has been wonderful for my dream journal. I like my bizarre dreams lately. They’ve about owning a candy café or having the power to teleport, even the dream about finding cures to pledges by eating bananas.
My dreams haven’t always been so fluffy, in college I had this reoccurring dream about teeth. The setting was either looking into a mirror or just me in blackness and once I was sitting on my dorm bed. The dream would start with my touching a tooth, normally a molar, which was wiggly. I would touch it again and it would be so loose that it would fall out. The first few times I had this dream that is all that would happen. Then the dream changed and the tooth that was loose would be a very noticeable one, like my front teeth. Once it felt so real when I woke up I really thought the tooth was gone. Then the dream evolved, after loosing the first tooth I would then touch my other teeth and they would either fall out or just disappear. I had this dream very few weeks my freshmen year.
One of my apartment mates was in psych at the time and decided I would make a great case study. I’d tell her my dreams (not all of them were about teeth just the majority) and she would analyze them. She concluded that I had deep self-esteem issues, desired acceptance and approval and that the loosing of my teeth was a manifestation of my fears…or something. If she was right the only good news from this tale is I haven’t had the teeth dream in years.
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