Ok, so please don’t freak out by this, but I’ve been having crazy insane dreams and don’t know what to do with myself. Most of the time I don’t have the luxury of remembering what my dreams are, but lately I’ve been having random flashes of them during the day. Then I can’t seem to remember if that is something that actually happened or something I dreamt.
Yesterday is the only day I actually remembered. God, my dreams have become morbid:
I lived in a massive brick house – bigger than Indika – twice its size. I lived there by myself. I walked up the stairs, it was a complete dump. Oh and by the way, this whole dream was in third person – that is how I think and imagine, I Never see myself in the first person. I went up to the bathroom and looked through a small rectangular mirror with a big crack across the middle of it – my front tooth had bee knocked out. I don’t know how – but it was not there.
The sight of my tooth not being there made my mind go crazy. I started ripping out all my teeth. I could not stop. The pain felt good. I loved the feeling of ripping out my teeth and tasting the blood. It was as if I was hungry for all this painful blood. Every time I ripped out another tooth I’d get this insane rush throughout my body. Blood was drowning my face and my neck. It was trickling down my body and felt better than water ever has.
Once I was done – all my teeth were out except for one stubborn molar that I decided to give up on – I took a rag and wiped my mouth with it. I dabbed my mouth like a rich person does at the dinner table then grabbed my purse and walked out. I was on my way to breakfast with California and I couldn’t’ be late.
The reason why this is a bit weird for me is because when I was dreaming, ripping out my teeth felt as natural as brushing my hair.
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what could teeth mean? we use them to help form words, to help digest food. We nibble with affection. We bite with aggression. How do teeth affect a smile--the most universal and fundamental symbol of love? A toothless mouth? A mouthful of rotting teeth? Clean, white ones?
ReplyDeleteHow do you see yours? Savoring the disposal of these symbols must mean something! We will know.
My right hand, I've cut my thumb in two places on the outside and took a small slice by my pointerfinger and in the skin between my thumb and this finger. Basically, this small section of my hand is rather sensitive.
Anyway, I ate pomegranate the other day and started sucking my blood, mistaking it for juice, running down my hand. The thing is, when I made the mistake, I got this sick pleasure from the salty taste of my own blood.