twihard

Fanatics of any sort disturb me.

My dream on Friday night involved someone shaving my legs.

My dream last night?

I was stuck inside this underground facility/dungeon, and I was eating a Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich) until something started bothering me in my mouth. My fingers touched my top set of teeth, first my left central incisor, and then the left lateral incisor. Both of them had loosened, and the more I fiddled around with them, the looser they became.

The revelation of this dream is that I have no idea- or had forgotten- what the standard names are for each tooth in my mouth. Someone here actually performs research based on tooth stem cells. I also have no clue about how many teeth I should have in my mouth.

My dirty finger is now fiddling around in my mouth again. It seems I have 14 teeth on top and bottom. How about you?