Monday, February 19, 2007

The setting and other contextual details are completely lost, but at some point, someone told me that my teeth were rotting and I realized that it was true, and that I hadn't even been entirely ignorant of this fact but for some reason hadn't been able to think about it in such simple terms: "My teeth are rotting." I had this forlorn feeling that I had been treating the situation as if it was much more complicated than it truly was, but that I could no longer pretend that it wasn't a very simple matter, you know?

It wasn't the crux of the dream-- just the one thing that happened during its course which I remembered two hours after getting out of bed.