So I didn’t hear anything bad from anybody today so…I guess my dream about teeth last night wasn’t one of the evil teeth dreams.
Or maybe I’m putting too much stock in those dreams.
But I’m glad nothing bad happened.
On the way to work…
There’s a few abandoned houses and other buildings, and a graffiti wall, and a ranch with a buffalo. One day I’ll come out to work early and take better pictures.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt at the 2014 Reel Stories, Reel Lives event
So…twice before I’ve dreamt of my teeth falling out, and the next day, something bad happens. Like serious bad. Not to me but, somebody else.
Last night was the third time I’ve dreamt this.
Although it had a different feel. The first two dreams, I was spitting out teeth and blood and there was a feeling of extreme panic. In this one, I was pulling some out and it was more a feeling of, shit this sucks, I’ve gotta get to a dentist.
So maybe it isn’t the same type of dream. I’m trying really hard not to worry. Because I have no idea who this bad luck would fall upon…