I had an odd dream last night. I was in the blue bedroom of my parents’ house back when it belonged to me and Katie, and I was talking to Tommy, just chit-chatting and talking about random things. Suddenly, my mouth felt like I was drooling, like I couldn’t stop salivating and liquid just kept pouring out. I put my hands over my mouth to stop it, but it wouldn’t. Pulling a hand back, I saw that it wasn’t saliva but blood that was pouring forth. I was already kneeling on the floor, and now I leaned forward far over an empty cardboard box on the floor beside me. Tommy was still talking, and I wasn’t overly alarmed myself, just annoyed that I couldn’t keep talking to my brother because I was bleeding so much. We had been having a good conversation, and all this blood was interrupting it. Finally, Dad walked in carrying a pair of pliers, and he told me he could fix my problem. He pulled a molar on the upper left side of my mouth and threw it away. The bleeding lessened and I tried wiping up all the wet blood from my face and neck with my shirt. Kitty came into the room, and I asked Dad if I would grow my tooth back like Kitty was growing her lost molar back. Somewhere around this point I either roused or switched to another dream which was forgotten. I can’t seem to stop tonguing at my teeth this morning, and I can’t help but wonder what I’ve been doing this week to create such an odd dream. Eh, my brain. That’s explanation enough.