Dream Variants

[debka_notion]

I had my usual anxiety dream last night, in which I bite down on something and realize that I've bitten a piece of my tooth off, and that the rest of it has fallen out and I usually spit it out into my hand, and it's about the most recurrent nightmare I've ever had (this was the third or fourth time I've had it) but with a change- someone else was there and had me hand the tooth to them, and there was a real sense that it would be ok and they'd well, take me to the dentist. Still unpleasant, but nowhere near as bad. I guess my unconscious isn't quite as paranoidly anxious lately, or at least it can't keep that level of anxiety up for long enough. Or something. Maybe this is a good sign, and I won't grow up someday to be a neurotic Jewish grandmother someday.

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[arib.livejournal.com]

I actually lost a tooth that way when I was a kid. Biting into a sandwich consisting of bread and, of all things, farmer cheese.

(and when eating at a Kosher Chinese restaurant in Queens once, I had a fortune cookie that read, "soon you'll be a Jewish mother, then everything you say will be right.)