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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.
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I find myself in an unfamiliar house in a bathroom my Mum and youngest sister are also here living in
the house too, we all seem very friendly in fact more like best friends and equals. It is early morning
and we are all getting ourselves ready to go to work, we plan on sharing and traveling in the same car
Whilst my mother and sister get themselves dressed in some adjoining rooms I set about having a
shave. As soon I step in front of the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror I’m startled to see that
the face looking back at me is that of a beautiful woman with a short blond fluffy bobbed haircut.
The woman has a beautiful shaped face and such a friendly cheerful expression, she has thick dark
black mascara around her eyes which reminds me very much of the look of the 1960’s. I think that the
woman’s eye make-up is so attractive that I plan on asking my youngest sister to make my eyes up
just like the woman in the mirror (?).
(Obviously a weird thought to have had as the reflection of the woman most probably represented me
in some way....very confusing with the different perspectives but something also positive and exciting
about it too).
I continue to shave my face occasionally rinsing my razor in the sink full of water, the reflection of the
woman remains and every time I look up at the mirror I see her pretty face. After a while of shaving I
notice that I have cut myself quite a lot I continue to shave but the drops of blood on my face have
turned into small rivulets of blood pouring down my face.
It’s not long before the lower part of my face is awash with blood streaming down it, it’s a little sore but
not at all painful sort of like shaving for real except of course without so much blood, the blood actually
looks a lot worse than it is. Looking into the mirror I see that the lower part of the face of my female
reflection is also covered in blood just like my face, she isn’t upset but still has a happy expression on
She then does something unusual and brings both of her small hands up to her face and rubs and
smears the blood all over the rest of her face, she seems to be in throws of some kind of ecstasy. It’s
slightly disturbing but also positive somehow to see but actually more puzzling than anything, it’s almost
as if she is smearing on war paint or ceremonial tribal face paint.
I carry on shaving and want to change the water in the sink for fresh water before I finish off. I go to
press the button to switch the small strip light on which appears to have fallen from above the mirror. It
seems a bit risky to touch the light with it being so close to the water what with the danger of an
electrical shock but I push (unharmed) it on anyway.
I also note that the opaque cover for the strip light has fallen off into the water in the sink, exposing the
fluorescent tube this annoys me slightly and it feels a little like one of those moments where everything
seems to become clumsy and awkward.
I go to pull the plug out from the sink by the chain but it seems to be stuck I actually feel very weak
and feeble and can’t pull the plug out, looking at the water it appears just as if it were pea soup with
bits of stubble in it.
I give a final yank on the chain and the plug comes whizzing out and the soupy water drains away
leaving a soapy tide mark around the sink which I try to scrub away with an abrasive sponge. Cleaning
the sink is hard going and it takes time to remove the soap scum properly. I suddenly notice a second
plug resting on top of the sink, I feel puzzled and wonder why there is a second plug (sort of as if it
wasn’t enough that the first one were stubborn).
I’m suddenly joined in the bathroom by a man a year or two older than myself who I worked with n a
factory about 15 years ago (not sure why this guy was chosen as a dream character but must be
relevant I guess?). In the dream the old colleague is a kind of plumber, fixer or repairman, he is here
to service the bathroom sink and its a good job he’s turned up as it appears that there is no water
coming from the taps now either.
I tried to do a bit of the work myself but the plumber colleague saw how weedy, weak and inept I was
when it came to removing the plug from the sink. Sensing my anxiety about when the work will be
finished on my sink the colleague hands me a telephone number and tells me that there is a public
telephone box just outside, he adds that the number is for the local hospital and I should call them and
they will keep me updated and let me know when all of the work is finished on my bathroom sink.
He seemed to be a kind of subcontractor working for the hospital or local council, I also get the
impression that this work cannot be rushed or hurried.
Much later the same day in fact in the evening I had a sudden flash of a dream that I had the same
night as the above one but had totally forgotten, it was as if the dream suddenly popped straight back
into my consciousness it was a surprisingly vivid dream so I’m glad it came back to me although I’m
surprised I didn’t recall it in the first place. In the dream it is twilight or almost dawn and I am in a
suburban area that looks very much like the place where an aunt lived a couple of years back, the
dreamscape is infused with a powerful supernatural almost spiritual ambiance. In the dream incredibly I
find my waking life consciousness inside a grey wolf I feel exactly what it feels like to be inside a wolfs
body, I trot about in the very early misty morning through the suburban streets mooching about I even
seem to enter some properties perhaps looking for food. The whole memory of this experience was