The last weeks have been quite the ride, in political terms. So, I’m not really surprised that apparently, my subconscious has decided to go completely rogue at night.
My father has a rather genial dental prosthesis (the chemo all but ruined his teeth) and his dentist called him in to check how it is fitting these days. He came back from the dentist without his “teeth”, and was told to come back at lunchtime after the lab had had a chance to do some refitting. It is now seated very well according to him.
Coming up very soon, I have a four-hour dental appointment because three adjacent teeth need capping. Yes, I’m dreading it. I hate dental work, because I’ve had too much of it in my life.
Anyhow, the night after my father’s dental adventures, I dreamt that in advance of my dental appointment, my dentist was planning to pull out all of my teeth in order to refit them, so that they would fit better when re-inserted with the new dental work. In my dream, I went to the dentist’s office to confront him about not wanting to do this and in the dream (as in real life) he was very accommodating and said that we can adjust the treatment plan for him to just pull the three teeth that are affected, before capping and re-inserting them.
I agreed only after he confirmed that I would be put completely under for the procedure.
I’m not even going to mention the very detailed, HD quality dream I had THE SAME NIGHT about the aliens that came to “soothe and take over” our minds – it was awful.
Yes, apparently, I’m now really deranged.