Weird dreams return.

It's been quite a while since I last posted about my dreams. This is because I really haven't had any since then, since my sleep pattern has been especially shot to hell lately. Jet lag and daylight savings really gave me the old one-two punch there. I'm finally back to a somewhat normal schedule now. And it only took two months! What does a regular sleep schedule mean? Dream time! Even better, it means crappy dream time!

My dream consisted of me losing my teeth. Not just waking up with them gone, but them falling out while trying to talk to people. And not just spitting chiclets into my hand or anything, but dark, crimson, bloody rotten teeth falling out of my mouth. It was kind of nasty. It was made even more frustrating by the fact that my ability to speak got worse with every tooth lost, and nobody was even noticing that they were falling out. They just thought I was retarded or something and couldn't speak properly. I'm sitting there going, "hello! teeth falling out here!" But it was coming out to them sounding like "merrow, feeh furrmgh ow here," so it's not wonder they were ignoring me. The way my dreams typically go, even if they did understand me, they'd be telling me that I should've brushed my teeth more often and then walked away.

OK peeps, give me the analysis on this one. Fear of growing older? Dementia? Early stages of syphilis? Fear of my dentist and/or my toothbrush? Let's hear it.