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In a white void I am looking at a mouth in a way almost identical to the way I did in a recent
dream, also about bad teeth. The teeth in the mouth look long, crooked, chipped and in a bad way
but not near as bad as in the previously mentioned dream.
As my point of view withdraws from the close-up I’m shocked to see that the gums in the wide open
mouth are in a horrendously appalling state and are black and absolutely rotten.
Thoughts: This dream might be about health as I have been feeling very rundown just lately and I’m maybe lacking vitamins in my diet particularly vitamin C, I’ve not been taking my supplements as regularly as I have been in the past. I hasten to add my teeth and gums are in no way like those in this dream! I only mention the missing vitamins as I remember hearing tales when I was little of how sailors in the olden times would catch scurvy because they were missing their vitamins and hence that might be how I’ve made the link. Other than this, the recurring dream symbolism is something that I should perhaps follow and try to understand its meaning and message more clearly.
Dream 1: Fusing electrical sockets – On a street in the town where I lived about 15 years ago I see the two brothers from the music group Oasis, they are preparing to either busk or play some kind of informal street gig in order to promote an up and coming album or bigger concert. I note that one brother plays an acoustic guitar whilst the other brother plays an electric guitar, the music they play and the strumming sounds very vivid. The busking session doesn’t seem to attract any attention from the public though so in a rather spiteful act the brothers vandalise the electrical sockets on the side of a building where they have plugged in their guitars, this is so that no other bands will be able to come along after them and plug their instruments in. I watch as the brothers foul up the plugs by jamming things into them such as a short piece of garden hose which is pushed into two of the sockets to create something of a short circuit. The vandalised electrical sockets are covered in smoky scorch marks where they have burnt out.
Dream 2: The face on the £50 note – I find myself walking through a strange pastoral dreamscape which makes me feel like I am somehow inside the interior world of a colourful engraved bank note the significance of this scenery seems to tie in with the rest of the dream drama. I am accompanied by an unfamiliar male dream companion who takes out an old English £50 note to show me, in the dream I feel that I’ve never seen such a note before and feel privileged and am very curious to know which personage is celebrated on the face of the note. I see that the note shows the semblance of an interesting character whose surname is Vermeer, it isn’t the Dutch artist though as this man’s first name is long and begins with the letter “H” followed by “van de”. I am then shown a modern £50 note and see the queen of England’s face on the front, her face is vibrantly coloured almost psychedelic and appears mottled and abstracted compared with that of the character of van de Vermeer on the other bank note, this Vermeer character looks vaguely like the character on the left hand side of a painting by Holbein called ‘The Ambassadors’.
Dream 3: Brother-in-laws bazooka – I am in the vaguely familiar sitting room at the dream house of my sister and brother-in-law. My brother-in-law comes into the room after a hard day at work and takes out a little toy bazooka which is a part of his video games console, he tells me there is nothing he likes more after a hard day in the office than to blast some space invaders on his television set. My sister and brother-in-law appear to be very much in love, I see them sat closely on the sofa and note that it is there matching clothing made from deep red corduroy fabric that is a signifier of their harmonious matrimony.
Dream 4: The farcical court case – I find myself sat in a busy courtroom I am unaware what role I am playing in these proceedings but it would vaguely appear to be the at the forefront of the drama possibly the plaintiff. I see two defence lawyers enter the courtroom loaded with many papers and folders one of the men is a young version of the actor Oliver Reed. Oliver drops all of the papers and folders clumsily to the floor which brings jeers of derision from the very manly and highly educated council of jurors surrounding me, I even see lawyers stood near to me exchange a paper monetary note as if making a token gentlemanly sportsman’s bet on the outcome of the trial. After seeing the clumsiness of the defence lawyers it looks like the lawsuit will be an open and shut case and I feel some relief and optimism but I’m still a little unsure of whether I am actually the plaintiff or maybe the defendant. Later outside I see a familiar actor who starred in a series of English comedy films called ‘Carry on….’ films, he is dressed as a highway man has lots of sacks of money tied into his costume. His slapstick appearance and acting seems to mirror the farcical ambiance and proceedings in the courtroom.
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I have gone to visit the dentist and I am accompanied by my little sister who has come with me to
offer her moral support.
At the dentist I discover that my top teeth need a lot of work doing on them in fact it would
appear that although my top teeth look exactly like my real ones they are in fact removable all in
one piece just like a denture (?).
I remove my upper teeth all in one piece for the dentist to examine.
Even though my bottom teeth are mine having no top teeth is miserably depressing, after the dentist
has finished examining them I take my top teeth denture thing and put it back into position in my
mouth (a very weird, alien, cold, artificial and strange feeling).
I feel very sad, depressed and upset but as I get ready to leave with my sister I also feel
slightly consoled by the fact that I have a very good and understanding dream dentist who is sure
to help me and put things right.
Thoughts: This is something of a recurring symbol at the moment as I had another dentist dream like this one a couple of days ago. There seems to be so many different definitions of teeth in the various dream dictionaries that it can sometimes be a bit confusing when trying to come to a conclusion about what each tooth dream means. At a simplified level the above dream and the previous one seem to have something to do with my feelings of personal confidence and perhaps how that I feel I am lacking confidence, as that is just how I felt about having no teeth in this dream, completely lacking confidence. I’ve read that to dream of dentures might symbolise insincerity in some form or another and that losing teeth can reflect ones fears of getting older, both of those thoughts may also fit in with things that are vaguely on my mind but the general feeling was more towards the feelings of insecurity and lack of confidence.
Dream 1: Passionately guilty – (As a note, I can be certain that dreams 1 & 2 happened at some time around about and before 0114 hours as I woke briefly after the second dream and was able to memorise both dreams before falling back to sleep). Daytime and I find myself over at my Mum’s house, no family members appear to be home but when I enter the kitchen a familiar lady happily greets me. The lady then says to me “Lets make love right here and now!”, I’m quite taken aback but very excited by the thought, we hurriedly begin to undress one another but the familiar feelings of guilt associated with such dreams hits me hard and I am impelled to immediately stop what I am doing and end the dream.
Dream 2: Tiki talking – Sometime in the day and I find myself sat in my Nan’s sitting room the curtains are drawn to but I know its light outside. My wife is here with a vague unfamiliar (dream?) friend of hers, there is also an unfamiliar traveller sat near to me who has a friend with him who remains in the background. The traveller is something of an explorer who has just returned from a visit to New Zealand, I’m eager to hear all of the stories he has tell. I go to ask the man about New Zealand and if he managed to travel to all of the exotic secret places hidden on the island (?), I also go to ask him the mysteries surrounding the Hei-Tiki amulet (why this is recurring at the moment so often I absolutely have no clue). But before the man can get a word in edgeways my wife starts talking very loudly and quickly which drowns out the man’s voice. I feel very frustrated by this as I’m certain that I have something important to learn from the man but I can’t hear him because of the din my wife’s jabbering is making. I firmly tell my wife to please be quiet (Not at all the way I would act in waking life) and she suddenly ceases the non-stop babbling, I thank her with something of a dry tone and I go back to peacefully and quietly asking the traveller the importance of the Hei-Tiki and also about the mysteries of New Zealand.
Dream 3: The old bedroom – (This was an unpleasant dream just as a warning to any one reading, in fact at the time whilst I was having it I felt very numb but on waking what was happening in the dream didn’t really strike me as that shocking, but it does now as I write this up later on in the day). Daytime and I find myself in the bedroom where I slept whilst I was living with my Nan when I was at school finishing my exams. I am lying front down and naked on the bed whilst an indistinguishable man lies on top of me and has sex with me, I feel completely passive and emotionally detached I don’t feel anything at all apart from a very distant far off unpleasantness. After the man has finished doing what he was doing I hobble to the toilet on the landing just near to the old bedroom, as I sit on the toilet I look between my legs and see a white fluid dripping from me into the toilet bowl with lots of blood too. I feel in a lot of pain and emotionally empty.
Dream 4: The meanie in the Sweeney – Daytime and I appear to be immersed in an episode of the British police television drama called ‘The Sweeney’, I observe at a distance but also seem to occasionally play the role of the central character Detective Inspector Jack Regan. The dreamscape is very true to the TV serial with lots of rundown 1970’s wasteland areas where criminals hang out and where the shows always seemed to culminate. I follow a criminal who is driving about in an old typical 70’s Bedford van. I trail the vehicle to a wasteland where I seem to meet up with the criminal. The criminal seems hesitant to step out onto the area where I imagine a factory once stood. I can see that there is someone or something out in the middle of the urban wilderness lying motionless in a pile. I see the criminal pondering what course of action to take, I sense that he wants to go over to the mound of junk but doesn’t want to expose himself by walking out into a very open area. I (as the Detective Inspector) advise the criminal to take a sledgehammer and smash whatever that pile of junk is laying in the middle of the wasteland.
Dream 6: Condensation – It is early morning time and I find myself inside a simple, uncluttered contemporary off-white room in a vaguely familiar house on the ground floor, I appear to be sharing this property with both of my sisters. We have all just got ourselves dressed for the day when I notice that there is a lot of condensation on the large glass patio doors which lead out into the garden. I go over to the doors to open them and to let some fresh air in and also to clear the windows so that we can see outside better.
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I find myself in an unfamiliar bathroom stood in front of a washbasin which has a mirror hanging above and in front of it, my Mum stands outside of the bathroom and keeps a low profile but she is accompanied by my little sister who stands on the threshold of the door more imposingly.
My little sister is giving off a very strong feeling without actually doing or saying anything but I somehow sense that she would like me to stop dithering and make a decision about something (what that something is is never made clear), I wouldn’t say that she was being oppressive but the vibration she gives off is very strong and almost parental in an overbearing sort of way but also firmly guiding.
I am looking in the mirror and see that my front right tooth has come out, in fact it hasn’t so much as fallen out but rather been snapped off. I study the tooth as I hold it in my fingers and see that it must have broken off numerous times in the past as it is covered many layers of dental glue, this history of continually breaking and repairing the tooth surprises me greatly from within the dream (partly because at some level I’m conscious that no such thing has happened in waking life). I wrap the snapped off tooth in some tissue in the hope that a dentist will be able to glue it back on again for me.
Suddenly the tooth to the right of the one that snapped off comes loose and falls out entirely root and all, I study the tooth and see that it looks very unusual almost like a fluted, ridged sea shell, there is brown decay on the tooth which creates a startling stripy pattern which is quite unnatural and very regular something like the patterned chocolate marbling on an iced cake (once again in waking life I don’t have any such problem with this tooth).
I start to panic at the large empty gap in my teeth and whether any more teeth are about to fall out, I turn the tap on to rinse the sink out and inadvertently drop the unusual seashell tooth in to the sink where it gets washed down the plug hole. At first I don’t realise what has happened but when I do notice that it’s disappeared down the plug hole I quickly turn off the tap and undo the U-bend pipe and thankfully manage to retrieve the tooth much to my relief. I’m under the impression that the dentist will be able to do something with this tooth too so I wrap it up in the same piece of tissue that the snapped off tooth is in.
The missing two front teeth look very unsightly and leave a gaping black hole, I have the feeling that I really hope that I will be able to find a dentist over the weekend so that I can have the teeth repaired and so that hopefully nobody will notice.
But I suddenly remember that I have a rugby match I’ll be playing in later on in the (dream) day (a dream memory) and it conveniently occurs to me that I could tell anybody who sees my missing teeth that they got knocked out in the rough and tumble of the rugby match. In my dream logic it seems that I could turn something that was a disadvantage and an embarrassment into something that would make me seem tough and rugged.
A good 99% of me feels really happy about transforming the story of my missing teeth in this way, it seems clever, convenient and harmless and a way to save face, but there is a tiny nagging doubt in the back of my mind which makes me feel dishonest for making up such a story.
Thoughts: I haven’t had a tooth falling out dream for a long time now and although there are many
interpretations and definitions for these kinds of dreams in books and on the internet they still continue
to puzzle me, the dreams always seem to have an air of sadness about them or maybe that should be
more despair and anxiety. The fact that I made up the tale about how I lost the teeth in my dream
made me very happy and seemed like a great way to turn something embarrassing into something
more positive or potentially attractive….if that makes any sense. In waking life that idea seems a little
bit preposterous but I can also kind of see where my subconscious is coming from. The feeling of
deception seemed very significant and was the last real key point of the dream, perhaps the dream
drama represents the insecurities I have about myself and the fears I have about not only my public
appearance but perhaps more importantly also the things I say as well, as the focal point of the dream
seemed to revolve around the mouth and hence the source of ones voice and the things one says.
Dream 1: The first corner is always the hardest – It is daytime and I find myself firstly as an observer
and then a participant at a motorcycle road race which is taking place in a city, the closed course is in
the style of the Monaco or Macau Grand Prix. As the race gets under way there is a mad rush to be at
the head of the field when entering the first corner, I watch as there is a terrible accident as one rider
goes down and skittles many of the other riders over with him. Amazingly the rider who I have had my
eye on and with whom I share a certain duality manages to weave his way through the carnage and
take the lead sat astride his yellow Triumph racing bike, I start to become more involved in things from
his perspective and feel the electrifying excitement of being in first place at the front. I soon realize
though that being in such a position is nerve jangling but in an exhilarating sort of way, in order to lead
the pack and hold that position it seems that one has to ride at the absolute limit and on the edge. The
road I’m riding along eventually comes to a fork in the road at a particular point in my childhood
hometown and just next to where my Dad apprenticed as a young man, I appear to have two choices I
can either take what looks like a straight and simple short-cut or I can follow the corner around and
follow the circuit as normal. Like in the other dream from this night there are two ladies stood waiting at
this junction who appear strikingly like my Mum and little sister and just like in the previous drama my
youngest sister seems quite serious. I pause and want to ask for their guidance and whether I should
take the short-cut or if I should continue my way on the circuit, unfortunately they don’t seem willing to
offer me any advice so I’m left feeling confused and indecisive.