Every couple of years or so after grade school, I would have dreams of my teeth falling out. Usually I would be in front of a mirror and would notice that my molars were breaking up, like they had rotted away. Of course I’d react with dismay, and the dream would end. I had another one a few months ago. I suspect it has to do with fear of aging, a sense of impending mortality, maybe even guilt for not taking good care of myself.
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Name : David-R, Gender : M, Race : White/Caucasian, Religion : Episcopalian, Age : 42, City : Lawrence, State : KS, Country : United States, Occupation : Sales, Education level : Over 4 Years of College, Social class : Lower middle class,