I am famous for having weird dreams. I could do a rather large post on the subject, but I'm so tired that I could fall off my own ass right now. So, I'll just type until I can't stands it no more. Shit, I'm turning into Popeye!
In this dream I was at the dentist. I went into the room to get my checkup and the dental assistant asked me to take my jaw off and set it on the table. She really didn't say that, but that's what the understanding was, like that was the normal thing to do. So, off with my jaw. That little bubblegum-mushing bugger started vibrating on the stainless steel tray like it was a cell phone. It frightened me, so I asked the assistant what was wrong with it and she said to look in this one particular molar. The molar was the size of a soup bowl now, and had all this black, hairy tar floating around inside it. I told her that I couldn't see past the filth and she cleared out the cavity. Down in the bottom of the cavity was my spine. I was partly disgusted but mostly amazed. I reached down into my molar, grabbed my spine and lifted it up. When I did this I found that I also rose along with it. I did this a couple of times, then the assistant did it as well. This was beyond weird. Maybe, this comes from huffing too much starting fluid when I was a teenager--dude, I'm an eeeeagle!
4 years ago