Dreams

I wake up in bed. Or at least I think i wake up, there is a surreal sense of misplacement. As if the colors in my room do not quite match up or a feeling that everything is too big and too small at the same time. Not that either of these facts are important to me at this point, due to a pressing feeling of acceptance in regards to my surroundings.

As I role out of bed, already dressed in an outfit that i haven't owned in years, a sudden unexplainable feeling of panic sets in. I can not seem to place where this feeling comes from but i cannot shake away this sense of apprehension. As I stand up i hear a sudden click in my jaw and the reason for my increasing terror becomes suddenly apparent.

I slowly reach my hand up to my mouth, putting my fingers between my lips. Grabbing my front tooth i feel a wiggle and then a pop. As my panic increases to monumental amounts I begin to pull out each tooth, the pain increasing with each sickening pop. Slowly I begin to feel my molars crumble beneath my touch. My tongue feeling the empty gaps where my smile originally found it's home.

Finally as I pull out the last tooth of my now bloody and crumbled mouth a scream emanates louder then any sound i have yet to encounter.

I wake up in bed. Or at least I hope i've woken up. My room seems right somehow as if all the colors are what they are suppose to be, and everything is the correct size. My jaw hurts as if i had been grinding my teeth for hours as i slept. Still feeling the pressure of panic on my shoulders i slowly raise my left hand to my mouth, dreading what may be there. Touching my front teeth I sigh in relief realizing that each tooth is still where it's suppose to be. I flop back down into bed and fall right back to sleep hoping to dream of slightly more pleasant things.