Dear Dreamers,
I have a recurring dream. It’s not the one you’ve probably heard mentioned, that stock high school mortification dream where you’re walking through hallways and past rows of lockers, everything peachy-keen except for the part where you’re butt-naked and everyone is gaping at you. Despite your condition, in that dream, you keep parading through the hallways, privates unleashed, unable to do anything about it, and in the back of your mind you know this is not good, not at all — at some point, if not already, there will be hell to pay for this little jaybird jaunt.
No, my dream is weirder than that. In it, I lift my index finger to the corner of my right eye to pop out a gas-permeable contact lens (even though I haven’t worn these in years), and when I do, a steady stream of contact lenses begins to flow from my eye and won’t stop. The lenses pile up, up, up, on tables, all around me, even underneath me. I find myself sitting on a veritable mountain of tiny circular plastic discs, which oddly enough I can see quite clearly. My feeling in this dream is slight annoyance, a bit of horror, some embarrassment, and a whiff of WTF. Because, WTF.
In the dream, I realize I have forgotten to remove all of the contact lenses in my right eye throughout my entire history of wearing contact lenses, from seventh grade on. Instead, I have simply continued putting one on top of the other on top of the other each morning. And somehow, in this strange dream world, I have also failed to notice what must have been practically a mattress of contact lenses (given the intensity of the eye-stream) all piled on one lonely pupil. Until the dream. Until the contact pile topples, and out they come.
This dream brings up some interesting questions:
1. What the fuck does it mean?
2. What do any of our dreams mean?
3. If one has impaired vision and requires contacts or glasses to see, does one have impaired vision in a dream, when not wearing glasses or contacts? (Apparently not.)
I’ve always been fascinated by dreams. When I was nineteen, my college roommates bought me a copy of The Secret Language of Dreams (Indiebound). This was not my first book on dreams; I have others. I know you’re not supposed to reveal your hippie-dippy dream love (no, I do not own a dreamcatcher … yet). And you’re most definitely not supposed to wake up first thing in the morning, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and announce to your bed-companion, “GUESS WHAT I DREAMED!” A dream described, a dream tweeted, a dream Facebooked or Tumblr’d, may not, in fact, be fascinating to all, no matter how fascinating it is to the dreamer.
The events of our dreams may be arbitrary, and so are our reactions to them. But maybe, as Shirley Jackson wrote in the first sentence of The Haunting of Hill House (Indiebound), they are also necessary: “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.” The average person will spend a third of her life sleeping and roughly six years dreaming. Six years doing something many of us barely think about beyond that first weird sensation of the morning: Was I just on a cruise with my former boss and Gregory Peck and Paula Deen? If so, who invited Deen? Why was I wearing a purple wig? And why a cruise, for the love of God? Has my subconscious been paying absolutely no attention to anything in the last year?
For the purposes of this column, I’ll be focusing on human dreams and not the subconscious mind-blatherings of katydids or larks, though they, too, may dream about Gregory Peck. If they’re lucky.
Scientists who study sleep and dreams differ in opinion about what’s going on in our brains at various points throughout the night. Along with the basic, physical logistics — when dreaming actually happens and why — there are numerous symbolic interpretations. Freud and Jung and other “dream experts” have their own feelings, and we do too, about why we dreamed what we dreamed, what it means, and what we should do about it. Freud, for his part, can stay out of my dreams, because I’m pretty sure that contact lens thing is more about me than it is about him.
So! This is where, once a month, we’re going to talk about dreams. Everything and anything of interest to you, to me, to us, is fair game. Why do some people hate hearing about other people’s dreams so much? Why do some people (supposedly) dream in black and white, and others dream in color? If you die during a dream, do you die in real life? Can you learn how to “lucid dream” — i.e., insert yourself actively in your dream and control your actions and even change things (and maybe fly), and if so, how? Is REM sleep truly the only time you dream? What happens when you get mad at someone in a dream and then can’t stop being kind of pissed at them in the waking world, too? Are you allowed to hold a dream-grudge? Can you ever “get back into a dream” you’ve woken from? Is there dream-etiquette?
What do our weird, crazy, strange, interesting, occasionally mortifying, rarely dull dreams mean?
As David Fontana wrote in The Secret Language of Dreams, “We live in two worlds, the waking world with its laws of science, logic, and social behaviour, and the elusive world of dreaming, still shrouded in mystery behind the veil of sleep. In the dream world, fantastic happenings, images, and transformations are normal currency. Often such dream experiences are suffused with a depth of emotion or visionary insight that can surpass waking experience.”
Other times, you just dream you’re playing Tetris all night long. But who says that’s not important? In any dream interpretation, it’s not just about the dream and the symbols within. It’s about you,too; very much about you. Dreams tell us things about ourselves.
As for my dream about contacts, well, according to one online dream dictionary, “To dream of wearing contact lenses foretells that strangers will cause changes in your affairs. If you dream of losing a lens, or not being able to see clearly through them, it signifies that you are having trouble making good judgments these days. Don’t rush into any big decisions!”
There is misery in company, at least. I am not alone in my dream. None of us are.
From another site: “I dreamt that I was in the office and I was taking my contact lenses out. I normally wear green contact lenses, but the ones I took out were clear and from behind my eye a contact lens made its way to the front. I took it out, but more and more contact lenses kept coming to the front of my eye. I took them all out and had a high pile of them, which were the size of dinner plates and they had gotten hard. But when they were in my eyes they were normal size. I carried them in a pile and I threw them into the bin at work.”
And yet another: “…in every dream they would change into something different, and I’d know there was something wrong with them, but I would still try frantically to put them in. I had a dream where they because little white shirt buttons. And one where they became large, blue, round jewels, like the Hope Diamond.”
But in the dreams I have most often, the lenses remain lenses, but grow large and cloudy. I worked at the library back then, and I had one dream that I had opened my lens case at work and that they had changed and grown huge; two inches in diameter. I still put them into my eyes, though, and tried to reshelve books, but I couldn’t really see them.
I had one of these dreams last year, when I was having too much trouble with my lenses and switched back to wearing glasses most of the time.”
Of course, it seems a little bit obvious, right? If you dream about your contact lenses, that may mean you’re not seeing things as clearly as you should be. And indeed, a kind of literal support for this interpretation comes from our very own Mallory, who told me that she, too, used to have a dream like mine — until she got Lasik, after which she’s experienced “nothing like it.” That the dream could go away with Lasik makes me wonder: What if it’s simply about how totally weird it is that we lens-wearers put something on top of our own eyes, like cyborgs in training, in order to see a little better? (Side: how weird is it that we trust our eye doctors, who instruct us to do such things, at all?)
But regardless of terrifying laser-based eye surgery, all humans continually struggle with vision, and its best friend, decision. If you’re having this dream on a recurring basis, it’s very likely that something you consider an established reality has recently shifted and changed — maybe nearly imperceptibly. Yet, this is almost always the case. The world is changing around us and we can’t stop it, and in our lives and bodies, we are forever changing, too. How can we trust ourselves? Who are we, even? Ahhh! There’s where the most terrifying interpretation of this dream lies. The call is coming from inside the house. The call is coming from on top of your own eye. One of the greatest fears in human life is the fear that there is something wrong, untrustworthy, questionable, or disastrous in our own selves. If you can’t trust your contacts, who can you trust?
On the plus side, if we didn’t change — if the contacts didn’t eventually flow out of the eye, a waterfall of gas-permeable plastic — we’d be stuck walking around with mile-high-and-rising Coke-bottle eyeballs forever. So maybe this dream is a little bit about freedom. Coming unstuck from the crap that’s on your eye, or your mind.
Or, you may simply be craving dessert: “I wear contacts and dream about them from time to time. The funniest/weirdest dream I’ve had about my contacts is that I was trying to put them in and realized they were Nilla Wafers! What? Why?!”
To all the contact lens dreamers, I say this: Time to make an eye appointment.
Tell me your dreams! Send requests for interpretations and questions about your weird and wonderful sleepy mind-muddlings to Jen at [email protected]. Whether we write about your dream here is at the discretion of The Toast’s Dream Correspondent, but all dream emails will be read and pondered dreamily.
Tags: advice, dreams, eyes, jen doll, larks and katydids
Interestingly, people who have been blind since birth dream only with the senses they’ve always had, but people who have lost vision later in life tend to dream with visuals as well. I’ve been visually impaired but still sighted since I was a baby, but I dream the way I see in waking life, though the visuals in my dreams are usually quite disjointed.
My only recurring dreams are anxiety related though. About twice a year I dream that I’m back in grad 12, about to go onstage as Titania in the school production of A Midsummer Nights Dream, and I realized I’ve forgotten to learn my lines and I have to fake it and it’s a disaster. Probably because of my constant sense of impostor syndrome. I also used to regularly dream that I was late for things, but that has dissipated since I stopped being a student.
wow that is really interesting! thank you for sharing. I bet it’s similar with deaf people as well. (I had terrible short-sighted vision before Lasik but always saw completely fine in my dreams).
I have a friend who will actually make people apologize for crappy things they’ve done to him in dreams and/or he will apologize to them for thinking they’d do something awful, depending on how severe the dream offense is. So now whenever I dream he does something sucky I can demand an apology. I actually really like this system.
I’ve never had a dream about my glasses or contacts that I can remember. My recurring anxiety dream is my teeth all going loose and falling out.
I once woke up and yelled at my husband for something he’d done in a dream. (Not something mean, just something unwise — he was INSISTING on eating a bunch of raw eggs.)
I’ve heard that the teeth thing is really common! My usual anxiety dream is that I’m driving a car that won’t stop — braking slows it down to a crawl, but no matter what I do it just keeps inching forward.
I never used to get the teeth dream, but I’ve had it a few times in the past few years. The increasing anxieties of adulthood! Ugh, and it’s always so gross-feeling.
Co-sign on the teeth, and I always have to check them when I wake up. JEN DOLL! What does it mean?!
I have the teeth dream too! I also want to know what it means!
I have the teeth dream! Ever since law school, it’s haunted me. The best feeling is once I’ve woken up and realized that all my teeth are, in fact, still there.
I, too, have the teeth dream and waking up with my teeth in tact is SUCH a relief.
Someone this past weekend was telling me that the teeth dream may be a sign that I’m grinding my teeth in my sleep. Greeeaaatt. But I don’t recall waking up with sore teeth or jaw.
Yeah, I love the teeth dream. It’s new to me since graduating college but has been happening on the regular since. My dreams sort of default to happy and calm so this one is really weird because I am always entirely OK with the loss of all my teeth. It’s at worst a minor inconvenience. NO BIG DEAL I WILL JUST FIND SOME NEW ONES.
I’m still totally relieved to find all my teeth in the morning.
The tooth loss dream, along with the falling dream and the naked-in-public dream, is an enduring classic in the “free floating anxiety about life” dream category. A lot of anecdotal evidence suggests the correlation is common. Specifically teeth are supposed to symbolize power and agency. To lose teeth is to lose control of oneself.
Strangely enough, during periods of anxiety in my waking life, especially as of late, thoughts of teeth have intruded into my mind. Baring teeth, the feeling of biting down on a loose tooth, that sort of thing.
I just physically shuddered at the words “biting down on a loose tooth”.
Joining the ranks of the dream-teeth-losers!
But I’m pretty sure my dream-teeth represent my teeth-teeth, and them falling represents my fear (knowledge?) that I will probably be forced to wear dentures–or at least a bridge–by the time I’m forty. (My mouth is such a mess, y’all.)
My tooth dream resembles Jen’s contact lens dream: I’m not just losing teeth, I’m losing thousands of them. Mouthful after mouthful after mouthful. I’m scooping wet teeth out of my mouth with both hands, scared that I may choke.
Eventually, in my mid-20s, my subconscious figured everything out. The next time teeth started pouring out of my mouth, my mind sort of took a step back and went “every time this has happened before, it’s been a dream – I wonder if I’m having a dream again.” BAM! Lucid dream. Moments later I was having sex with some mystery dude and my teeth were fine.
The dream never came back.
I’d like to know the meaning of that crazy dream in which there’s a penny rolling down a hill in San Francisco, down down down the side of the road, and Margaret Thatcher is waiting at the bottom, kneeling at the edge of the sidewalk. Right behind the penny is a huge Mack truck, and Maggie bends over to catch the penny completely unaware of the truck as she straightens back up holding the penny in her fingers, with a delighted smile and a little squeak of happiness, the truck rumbling past her. She never noticed the truck. I woke up giggling.
I’m usually pretty good at figuring out what my dreams mean, but this one has me baffled.
I regularly dream the boring standing-around bickering or planning or waiting parts of exciting adventure sequences. So we’re all in armour and I’m chatting to a 6 foot rabbit and anticipating the apocalypse, but all that happens during the dream is passing around sandwiches (with too much butter, because things have to be not only dull but a bit crap).
Also, cyborg contact lenses! http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn23793-teles… All hail the cybernetic master-race.
My contact lens dream is that they are huge, the size if a frisbee at least, and I’m trying to put them in my eyes. I have to admit, I’m finding solace in knowing there is someone else out there with contact lens dreams!
Also, I am consistently a very vivid, detailed dreamer. I just started keeping a journal and reading the half asleep narratives is so entertaining.
I need to start keeping a journal. Mostly I just end up texting my best friend something along the lines of “dude I was escaping some sort of cult initiation and also you and I had a fight over shoes.”
I semi-recently had a dream that I was at a party to celebrate the fact that Edith Zimmerman invented Chia pet shoes that you could grow plants on while wearing them. Can’t wait to have creepy dreams about our Toast editors!!
Oh boy, I love talking about my dreams and hearing about other people’s. I will have to do a little better job keeping track of the particularly nutty ones so I can participate.
The best dream I ever had was the one where Clive Owen was in my city shooting a movie and my dad met him at the HEB and then we started dating and I was in US Weekly as “the mysterious plain love interest.” Good times.
My most recent dream involved realizing that I’d cosigned for a car with someone and hadn’t been making any paymwents and was now in a buttload of debt over this car.
I woke up so panicky and then I was like, fuck you subconscious, that was way scarier than the “shadowy stranger about to rape me” nightmare.
You just dreamed my real life!
And it sucks.
every once in a while I have a dream that I know is portentous. I KNOW it will come true. So far it’s only happened twice – the first one was about falling in love with a man who I can recognize now as my husband (I dreamed about it 6 months or so before I met him, and the similarities between my dream-love and my husband are uncanny) and the other one is about my future child. These dreams are so calm, and clear, and I wake up from them feeling excited and enlightened.
That’s really beautiful. I wish I had dreams like that. I’ve had some very meaningful dreams where my deceased grandfather gives me advice, but nothing that’s had any sort of portent.
“And you’re most definitely not supposed to wake up first thing in the morning, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and announce to your bed-companion, ‘GUESS WHAT I DREAMED!”
You’re not?!
For several years I had recurring dreams of fighting against an opponent (with SWORDS no less come on subconscious you been reading too much cheap fantasy) and getting thrashed. One night the dream changed, and I chopped that fucker’s head off, and that was the last I saw of that dream.
That was the only time I can remember that a dream really reflected what was going on in my waking life (prior to the final dream I had just made a Big Life Decision).
All I want in this life is to have people who will say, with genuine interest: “I would love to hear about both your dreams, and your strength-training regimen; tell me more.”
And then they would cock their heads to the side expectantly, as I demonstrated how to do pistol-squats.
Nicole. I am desperately interested in your strength regimen. For reals. I would also be interested in any and all discussions of riding psychology. Once, I went through a period where I regressed from successfully jumping anything that was in front of me to routinely falling off over cross rails and two foot verticals.
I swear I’m saying this out of genuine interest, and not pandering to one of Our Dear Leaders:
I would love to hear about your weird dreams AND your strength-training regimen! Dreams are just interesting, at least most of the time, and strength-training is something I have no experience in but am really curious about/thinking about trying but I don’t know how to get into it.
You will love our fitness coverage!
DREAM QUESTION: why am I much, much likelier to have a nightmare if I wake up early in the morning and go back to sleep for an hour or two than when I go to sleep at night?
Waking up in the morning and then falling back to sleep are the only times I get sleep paralysis. Which I guess is good to know if you’re trying to communicate with incubi but not so good if you just want to be able to sleep in of a Saturday morn.
My most vivid dreams tend to occur when I fall asleep several hours before or after my usual time (which at this point is disgustingly late). The brain’s got some sort of internal clock and gets grumpy when its routine is disrupted.
Probably you’re having horrible nightmares (e.g., Kristen Stewart turning out to be a animatronic skindoll stuffed with hummus) in the middle of the night, you’re just more likely to remember the dreams that happen during the back-to-sleep stage.
My only recurring dream is having to take an exam at the end of a semester and realizing I haven’t been to class at all, & trying to figure out how to make all the coursework up in a day. SO AWFUL. Last time, my dream self even though “goddamnit, this always happens to me in my dreams and now it’s coming true!” A little too meta, subconscious.
I wonder if people had big dream trends like this before industrialized, globalized society. Did medieval peasants dream about not getting their crops planted in time for winter? Did ancient Egyptian slaves dream about getting crushed by stones?
I used to have a recurring dream that I had to take an exam but I was running late and when I got there they’d moved the classroom and I’d spend the whole dream running around looking for the right room.
Then, one of my very last exams I ever had to take, THIS HAPPENED. I went home and cried.
I used to have a recurring dream that I had an exam but I would be late and then I’d get there and they’d moved the room and I spent the whole exam running around looking for my exam.
And then, on one of my last exams of uni, THIS HAPPENED. And then I went home and cried.
Argh, that is like the only recurring dream I have as well, trying to find a class I’ve never been to all semester for an exam and frantically trying to work out in my head if I can pass if I just get a really good grade. Academic anxiety is the worst. :-/
Has anyone ever had dreams where something happened that you were awaiting in real life (like a job offer, etc) and then you wake up and know that the opposite will occur? This has plagued me my entire life and it isn’t all the time but often enough that I can tell the portentous dreams from just my regular crap dreams. That’s weird, right?
Just saying: ALL OF THESE DREAMS and DREAM COMMENTS ARE AMAZING.
I had a dream last night that I was stuck on the moon for 9 years. WHY WAS IT 9!?
I love dreams, although some of mine have been fairly upsetting. Can anyone else remember dreams from when they were little? I have vivid memories of dreams I had at 4 years old, and yet can’t remember why I walked into the kitchen 60 seconds ago…
Yes! There are a couple of nightmares that have stuck with me because they were so bizarre.
I have vague memories of a few childhood dreams, though the only one I remember with any real clarity is one where I was being chased around a deserted city by Peter Tork from the Monkees, and we were both wearing roller skates.
The second most terrifying dream I have ever had was about being chased by Duckula. C’mon, childbrain, that is not even scary. Except it was TERRIFYING and I can remember everything about the dream. At the end he caught me and locked me into a gypsy caravan and I spent a while freaking out before I realised that the dream was from a high-up pov and must be able to see me in the caravan, and so it must only have three walls. So I hopped out the non existent fourth wall and ran away.
Excellent meta, 8-year-old me.
I have a feeling this is going to be one of my favorite recurring columns on the whole of the internet.
I’ll ask what everyone’s thinking: Sex Dreams: when will they be covered? I look forward to that comment section. Also, night terrors!
Apropos of nothing, the most entertaining dreams to describe are fever dreams, often because you’ll be having them while you’re awake and will only be aware of their contents via people relaying your own descriptions of them after the fact. When I’m sick I often dream that WWE wrestler The Undertaker is coming to get me, apparently, and I will refuse to sleep in my own bed.
The most interesting thing to me is the way that for some people (myself included) the residual emotion of a dream can persist for minutes or even hours after waking from them. It’s sort of a problem when you’re anxious and have anxiety dream. Obviously compounds things.
I think I sometimes have psychic dreams. Usually it’s something at home or work and I’ll have a vivid sense that something is happening, like the house is different or I’m working on a specific project. I usually don’t think anything of it and then like 6 months to a year later, I move to that house or I’m doing that actual project at work. Freaky!
I was just wondering when are we going to touch on psychic dreams, or dreams where you talk to people who have passed away. I have a lot of those.
Hearing about other people’s dreams is a double edged sword for me. I’m interested, but I’m also not bad at interpreting what dreams mean, so it can be a bit awkward if they are there saying ‘What does this MEAN?!’ and I’m like er, it’s about your anxieties about your husband, but I don’t want to tell you that.
The Diva (2 1/2 years old) woke me up last night by screaming “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” in her sleep. I can only assume she was dreaming about jelly beans.
I had a dream just last night that was sooooo creepy — an acquaintance of mine was trying to kill me! I don’t remember a lot of the details but I remember she held a gun up to my head and threatened to shoot me twice, and then I escaped and called the cops and she got arrested and people were mad at me for getting her arrested, but I was like “Helloooo, she was trying to kill me!!” and I think she killed some other people too.
Real weird. This is a former coworker who I haven’t seen in a couple years but I do read her facebook posts. And I hadn’t even watched any TV or anything before bed, just played a lot of Candy Crush. (damn you, candy crush!!!)
I used to have reoccurring dreams about bears popping up in weird situations, like, opening my front door when I knocked. Or shopping in the grocery store. Or accidentally walking into the bathroom stall they were using.
Very polite bear encounters really.
The only recurring dream I have is where I’m trying to get to or through an airport to catch a flight. The airports aren’t always the same, and the mechanisms that are slowing me down/getting in my way change, but it’s always me trying and failing to catch a flight due to circumstances beyond my control. It’s pretty clearly a response to anxiety/stress/feeling out of control, so the “why” isn’t such a big mystery. I harbor a fantasy that one day I’ll actually make it on to that flight and it will mean I’ll finally feeling in control of my life or something.
(It’s either that, or lingering childhood trauma from all the times we tried and failed to get standby seats on flights when I was a kid [Pop worked for airlines. We got to fly free – if we could get seats on a flight.].)
The best dream: that I invented a way to text people objects. I kept texting them items as a prank. The things would show up in their pockets.
I’m still disappointed this isn’t a real thing.
Damn, now I am too!
Most of my dreams happen when I’m trying to do something else. Like, I’ll be on my way to do something very important or time-sensitive, and then a dream-thing will happen, and I’ll be all ‘yes but I HAVE TO GO’ but I never, of course, get to wherever I was going and I can never remember what it was that I was supposed to do. I feel sad about what this says about my life 🙁
I also don’t usually dream in colour, and there are no sky. Not in black and white, just that colour won’t register unless it’s important. This is the way my memories are, too. And there’s no sky or ‘up’. Like the dream is a film set where there’s no ceiling. But there’s just not anything up there at all.
My most terrifying dream to date was the time that I dreamt about a zombie apocalypse. This is very unusual for me. We had to get away and then my boyfriend started to turn into a zombie – he’d been bitten and not told anyone. I had to shoot him in the face and it was incredibly graphic. Then I continued to dream that I was running through the apocalypse shooting zombies, sobbing the entire time. I woke up crying and shook him awake and said ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME NEVER DO THAT AGAIN’. He was very good about it, bless him. I still feel a bit panicky thinking about the dream, though.
Not being able to brake is a big one for my brain too. Except the reason I can’t brake is because my seat is so jammed up against the steering wheel I can’t reach my legs down…or something? Which seems like a really convoluted way to explain why I can’t stop the car now I think about it.
I’m going to break the rules here too and say that I had that book until some jerk “borrowed” it and I never saw it again. 🙁
That aside, I used to try and write my dreams down in the mornings, but now I am just heading to the bathroom, too bleary-eyed to bother. Sadly.
I’ve had a lot of lucid dreams. Flying gets boring after awhile. Though true dreams are always interesting. The best way to interpret them is to tell them to another person pretending they’re an alien. When you describe each element to them you’ll discover you’re own subliminal meanings.. your own “dream language” so to speak. It will usually relate to current events in your life and the meanings usually layer so that if you can only remember the larger elements you’ll still be able to understand the message. If you remember more details they will reinforce that message. If you don’t interpret them for your conscious mind you’ll still probably feel them subconsciously. It’s a great way to listen to your inner guide, well worth the while and very entertaining! I have had some epic stories play out at night.. generations of life or deep political plots, whole sci-fi novels. And it’s cheaper than Netflix 🙂
I used to have dreams that someone was chasing me with a knife and I’d wake up just as they caught me. I had no idea it had anything to do with the ex, but they stopped when we broke up. I’d had them for about 4 years. I really should have paid attention.
Earlier this year I was having a lot of SUPER VIVID dreams that were kind of exhausting; like, if you spend your entire sleep (okay I understand it’s not the whole time whatever, I’m not a sleep scientist) trying desperately to escape the serial killer who kidnapped you from your youth group hike where you made out with that dude from AA who drinks again now and oh my GOD, what will your boyfriend think, and also you have to pretend to have Stockholm syndrome so that when you fake a disease the serial killer believes you and takes you to the doctor and you tell the doctor about all the children that the serial killer was also kidnapping (there are no murders in the entire dream, but he is totally a serial killer you guys) and they are all saved!
well, it kind of tires you out in the way not remembering your dream does.
Also one time I was killed in a dream but it turns out dream-dying is different, because they put me in the witness protection program so I could testify at my murder trial against the poacher who shot me.
Joining the ranks of the dream-teeth-losers!
But I'm pretty sure my dream-teeth represent my teeth-teeth, and them falling represents my fear (knowledge?) that I will probably be forced to wear dentures–or at least a bridge–by the time I'm forty. (My mouth is such a mess, y'all.)