JoeyBelgier

A recurring "subject" of my dreams are teeth. A few days ago, I experienced the next dream fragment in a non-lucid state.

I stand in some sort of a jail, I think, with another guy. I don't pay any attention to him and move toward a window.
The window looks out on a river passing right by the buildings' wall. There's a kid across the river. He notices me and throws something towards me.
I manage to catch the object and inspect it. It's a golden necklace or something like that. There's a row of teeth hanging on it, with jawbone and all, fully made out of gold.
It looks like a series of teeth as if it were to come from a person that would get multiple teeth renewals.

As you can see here, a baby's adult teeth are already there, waiting for renewal.


In the particular case of this dream, there was a line of 4 teeth, attached with bone, though all made out of gold including the bone structure.
I can't remember doing anything after looking at the teeth.


I have already dreamed about teeth before. Once I dreamed that my teeth were falling out for no apparent reason. I run to the bathroom (the house looked pretty much the same as my real house as far as I can recall) and watch into the mirror. I see myself as I was expecting, nothing special. I open my mouth and blood slowly pours out. It runs into the drain. Can't remember anything further than that, dream happened a long time ago.



I notice that these teeth dreams mainly appear when I'm experiencing stress or sadness in the wake life...

For one or other reason, I'm dreaming a lot that I'm in France. Most of the time there's nothing even there to state that it's France, I just seem to "know" it -is- France.
During my 1.5h nap from 15min ago, I dreamed some shit about doing some stuff with my classmates, but I can't remember any detail.

Then I suddenly stood in a system of tunnels, the walls are orange to reddish. I went to the toilet and took a piss.
Back in another hall, there was a table with a big metal pot of soup, with some bowls and a ladle.
A bunch of kids came into the hall and I let them take a portion first. They're followed by two adults: one man and one woman.
I let them too serve themselves first. The woman makes a comment about my combat boots in French.

I reply her, in French, that they come in handy, even undergrounds, for safety, meaning that they can be used for protection.
She nods.
I also tell her they're from 1984.
She says something I can't really remember. I wake up.