I keep having dreams where my teeth fall out. Either I spit them into my hand or I feel them swishing around in my mouth. Then I wake up in a panic and frantically ensure that each and every tooth is in its place, from molar to incisor and back to molar. So what does is it mean? I took the liberty of finally looking it up, since I've been having this dream since I can remember.
One suggestion is that I am insecure with my looks, that I don't have confidence in myself. I am worried about how people perceive me and that they judge me harshly. Since teeth are a major concern in looks and play a large part when it comes to "necking" or "making love," I may think of myself as unsatisfactory. It could mean I am sexually impotent. It could also mean I'm going through menopause.
Well I don't think that's true. I like my teeth and I think I'm semi-attractive. I have enough confidence to get up in front of dozens of people and do presentations or perform. I may not date often, or have boyfriends ever, but I'm not afraid to flirt with the bartender for a free drink. Or ask the hottie over there if he wants to grind our bodies sensuously together (or dance).
Another meaning of this horrible nightmare could be that I am embarrassed of some future event where I might make a fool of myself. Some stressful situation where I look like an ass. Since these dreams are rooted in worries and anxieties, I might be afraid that I'll fudge up a line in one of my plays or my fly will be down the whole time I'm on the subway and someone will be trying to tell me but my headphones are in and I just look at that person like he's crazy. Oh wait, that actually happened.
I don't think that's the case either. I make a douche out of myself all the time. I'll say something stupid or have my shirt on backward. I'll drop the coffees on the floor or, just today, tripped over the escalator as the moving steps came to an end. I just laugh at myself and get over it.
Some other explanations are that I have a sense of powerlessness and I'm not in control of my life. That I'm afraid of getting old. There are scriptural reasonings in which I may be putting my faith and trust in man instead of the word of God. Haha! That one's really good. It could mean someone in my family is sick, that I have lots of money or that I tell lots of lies.
Whateverrrrr. I don't know. I think I just like my teeth and I worry about losing them. Though I would look atrocious with a mouthful of gaps and a gummy smile. Time for a set of falsies at that point. Shit.
I also have dreams about puppets and ventriloquist dummies. But that's because they are the most frightening things in the world and will continue to torment my slumber until I die. I also saw a large advertisement by Penn Station today of a horrifying clown that makes no sense. It's just there to ruin my day I guess.
Regardless, I like my dreams. Sleep would be boring without them and I'd probably do less of it. And then I'd have more dreams about my teeth falling out because I'm not getting enough sleep and I'd be worried about making an ass out of myself because I'm not performing up to par during the day. So keep 'em coming subconscious! Or where ever dreams come from.
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