I had another dream about losing my teeth. This time it was only one and it was due to biting a Kal Bi bone, and not attending to it right away. Five months, to be exact. It was loose for all that time, until finally it just fell out.
Fast-forward to the next scene: I was at the dentist’s office. The waiting room was full of people, screaming kids, and old men falling asleep in their chairs. I had been there for hours, waiting to be seen as I held my freshly fallen tooth in the palm of my hand and my tongue kept wandering to the new gap between my teeth. The tooth was hollow, as if everything on the inside just rotted away. Root and all. I was mortified about having lost my tooth and felt stupid about not seeing the dentist sooner. Mom was sitting in the waiting room next to me, I was in high school.
Then, to make matters worse, I had to use the restroom. Badly. The receptionist gestured to a hallway and instructed me that it was the second door on the right. When I got there, it was the most disgusting restroom I had ever seen. No doors and no toilet seats; scary, dim lighting. Every single toilet (there were three) had crap all over it, but nature was calling. Screaming, actually. Of course, toilet seat covers were not available, but luckily, an ample amount of tissue were on hand. I started layering the toilet with sheets of paper, but everything kept seeping through the tissue. I kept layering and layering… I wondered if I could hover my butt over the toilet without allowing anything to touch my skin… layering and layering… meanwhile, my stomach is gurgling and I have to make a decision soon…
It was truly a nightmare, champuru style. A vivid one.
