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2022 July 4th

Long dream. Left recall a bit late and wasn't sure how to describe some bits. Didn't sleep well.

Fragment:

In the first part I am with H and another couple. We are in some kind of airport place? There's not that many people. I offer to pay for a trip to Germany to the other couple, which might be where they're from. I have some ulterior motive (can't recall what).

(recall gap)

Me and H arrive at some building in a car and then we have to go through some kind of trials and it's a bit like a game? The first notable room I recall is like a theatre hall and a bit of a church. It's kind of low for the type of hall it is. The wood in the hall seems to have a yellow tone like it's all gold leafed. Red curtains.

(recall gap)

Then I'm somewhere else with sibling T. Somewhere more like an industrial complex but on canyons. We try to connect some power things but I'm not sure what they do.

(recall gap)

In a similar kind of canyon area with floating sections and things like that. We are struggling to find the way from one floating section to the underside of an arching canyon. I use a kind of grapple thing and make it. On this small underside ledge, there is a mouth-like opening and clawed tentacles await and look aggressive. I keep myself teetering on the edge and holding on to the rock above with my left hand, using some weapon on my right hand to slowly pick off all the tentacles. My brother doesn't try to jump to the same ledge. After I've killed all the tentacles, I step toward the mouth opening and feel a bit annoyed this is the only way down. I don't particularly feel like getting wet. It looks fleshy at first but as I make my way down its oesophagus the experience seems to become more neon/digital and less accurate.

(recall gap)

In a more abstract place in which we have to run through over these procedural platforms and kill enemies. It feels like a CoD game.

(rest of recall lost)



2022 July 9th

Dream:

I'm outside on a street. I'm cutting down a streetlight post using one of my palette knives. Somehow, I'm managing alright to cut through the thick steel. But as I apply force, eventually the handle gives and breaks off from the blade.

Then I'm indoors at home. I'm asking H to fix the palette knife and saying I need to go back quickly to finish it. I mention that the wires inside could be live and half jokingly H says we could do with the insurance money.

Before that, outside on those same streets. They're not from any waking location. Looks more like from a game. Some house appears and disappears when I look in a certain direction. Before that I'm talking to mom but still in this place. I'm asking her about some hallucinations. She tells me that it could be because of the person I work for(?), inheriting their psychic stresses or something.

Scraps:

Earlier. Something at some kind of hotel place. (from earlier awakening)

V messaged me saying hello on Discord. I reply "Oh, hey" but can't recall anything else.



Notes:
- The oesophageal segment is probably the most memorable part of that dream, as at the time of writing this over a month later it's one of the few bits I can recall clearly, visually. It's also one of few occasions I've had of such nature, I think all of which have only happened in the last few years, despite the fact that themes of "consumption" have always been with me.
-- On spending a bit more time re-reading the dream, some of the rest of visual elements have come back to me. Some of the floating/canyon areas have similarities with some BL biomes.

- I think when I replied to V's message, that dream had ended and I woke up at that time.

5th December 2021

Fragment:

Vague recall of being in my old bedroom. Dark, based on light, probably morning outside. My oldest sibling is at my computer playing some game.

(recall gap)

In some kind of hybrid space RTS/base defence thing. It doesn't feel like a game in the dream. Things go well at first, and then the attacking alien waves start to become much stronger. My fleet thing can't keep up and eventually things seem to sort of blend seamlessly into a big wide sort of control room. It's bright, and white-ish. The aliens are blue-grey or silvery and I remember checking their HP and realising that it's much higher than whenever I last checked it. (I am not sure why, but at the time of writing this, this made me think of Ender's Game)

Then I start feeling like I'm alone and overwhelmed by the situation. The invaders become a mix of TCG units, but semi three dimensional. Some units have names that feel sexual? I get close to a "succubus zombie something" unit and it seems to just be the legs. Visually things don't make much sense. The legs are blue and have something like a mouth between them but I perceive this as female genitals during the dream. I stick my finger in the mouth and feel around inside. The teeth, lips and tongue look cartoonish, and are the normal "ideal" colours.


6th December 2021

Fragment:

(left recall too long) Something about a boy I'm mentoring. I think I understand that I can't teach him everything at once and that the lessons I want to teach him aren't necessarily the ones that I can or should teach him right now. Dream location seems to be some mix of old home and an unknown place. It's dark? Abyssal? Certainly vast in some respect.


12th December 2021

Fragment:

(recall left whole day) Something in a town, with H. Semi-detached houses. Then, something in a mall. Vast and open, orange and cream tones (sounds nice but don't have any visual recall anymore). Nobody is wearing a mask except for myself. I go down some stairs/escalator. I think I go past a food court?

I leave the mall through a front entrance, I think. Eventually I'm back with H somewhere, and I comment on how "people 'down South' are careless" or something to that effect.

23rd January 2021

Multiple sequences from one dream:

Very trippy bit just before waking up.

Before that, I am at a building. A utilities company or office building. I am waiting to be seen or talk to someone. There had been a mistake of some kind on a bill, so I got 60 off as a voucher, but the company was cheeky and raised the price anyway in the end, resulting in only 10 off in total.

In a larger room, with open plan connections and several large windows, I speak to a woman at a desk. I basically ask her if I can't speak to someone here about retentions; I want to get a better deal. She says no.

There's a spray bottle on a table, it has a transparent green-blue liquid and the label has a number on it? I start typing it on my phone's dialler, it takes me a while, it's a long number? Things start to get trippy at this point.

For each set of three numbers, there's something that looks like skin showing up on my phone? This image, which is more real than just image, pans from side to side as I go through each set.

An eye appears in each equivalent bit for each set I complete.

(recall starts becoming vague, two separate sequences blending)

Final bit of some sequence, I'm inside a mouth with multiple openings, about seven I think. There's enough standing room and a bit of headroom but not much. The multiple openings open and shut periodically, I think. Sunlight comes through, there's a beautiful blue sky outside. I'm adding missing features to the mouth, like teeth and I reach or am outside to add some sort of ceramic scales to the outer part. It's all a bit jumbled, can only say it was a bit too trippy to recall accurately.

Mixing. I'm going to Romania by someone's request. He was organising some kind of "save the world" thing? I remember going about with a group of people, night time but bright?

(recall gap)

Using a double barrel shotgun of some kind, it doesn't feel as good to use as I'd hoped. It has a locked firing mode that fires each barrel in sequence with a set delay if I press the trigger once. I expected it to fire one of the two barrels only per trigger press. I fight some soldiers with berets. Something reminds me or looks like Promethea.

At one point I remember being in a bedroom of some sort. Open sky, no ceiling and not all walls are here. I feel I am stealing or intruding, but it doesn't stop me. I find a box full of mini-discs and floppy disks.

Dream:

(from falling asleep again in the morning)

At one point I'm in my native country. I'm with old schoolmates, like JC, R and some others. It's a very hilly town we're in. There are loads of people about, there's some kind of event going on?

Then, I find myself in a shop, deviating from where the group was going, I remember expecting I'd be able to catch up. Some kind of real-time advert is taking place here and it's for olive oil of all things. It almost feels Japanese, the advert. But the olive oil and the general look of the shop make me realise and conclude that I must be in my native country. Pre-lucid thoughts.

I see coins in the register being handled, they are not Euros, but they are instead an altered version of the currency my native country had prior to the Euro. I don't question things further despite finding this odd, accepting the context even with some lingering amazement at all this.

More walking around the hilly town. Eventually, I'm inside a big building. A theatre or a mix of one and a church or something. Someone mentions pipe organs. I think to myself that if I was wealthy I would buy some to make a car's adornments with.

I climb some stairs, I'm with someone up in a gallery. We're talking to another person, but they don't feel like a person? Looks like an old man though. He's some kind of curator and he mentions manipulating pupils (like university students). Me and the other person conspire with eye glances to each other that we're about to kill this old man, who we find to be immoral and tyrannical. When he turns over and is facing a part that has no railing, we both strike him with a large object at the same time, like chairs maybe.

The old man falls down, one or two stories. We presume him dead and see some witnesses downstairs are approaching to look and we go down via the stairs. We approach the supposed corpse; he still lives and surprises us with an attack and we become locked in a battle with the old man. The dream becomes a bit supernatural or trippy.

The fight follows down a hall that turns into a desert canyon, just before the dream ends.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Going to some Buddhist teachings and staying at some hotel in front of the teachings place. The buildings are New Orleans type. The hotel is just by the side of a gay bar.
By chance, or not, I am put next door to my teacher's room, who is staying at the same hotel, but I don't know it until I go hang some clothes to dry at the balcony and realize it is a common balcony and I see some attendant preparing a tray with tea for him. But I don't see him. Then it gets confusing, with people circulating through my room thinking it is an extension of his suite. Although, in fact there are connecting doors between the rooms.
I get dressed and later go join group lunch, which is in a long table where everybody eats together, some 30 people. I don't see my teacher, but there is only one vacant seat at the top and I sit, hoping it is not his place. I know the girls sitting on both sides, they tell me it is ok to sit, we chat, we have a good time. Suddenly I look up and as some people got up from their chairs or are leaning backwards and I see my teacher to the left, in the middle of the table, staring at me and I feel embarrassed. I smile but then look down, then look up at him, then look down and I repeat it a couple more times. His eyes are locked on me. Then he gets up and goes to balcony over our heads to tell some story and a couple people act the story out.
On the balcony wall appears a giant slug, yellow or orange, leaving a mucus trail and then appears a sea cucumber, also in flashy colors. Some girls are going crazy over our teacher and like famished beings they lean against the wall and stretch their arms until they reach the base of the balcony. In their rush to kiss their guru's feet, they lick the animal's slime and apparently swallow the animals. I find it gross, but then again, I also think why I find it gross. It is just my perception. Except for the poor animals, I worry that they swallowed them out needlessly. So I also reach out to look at the floor of the balcony and I see the slug and the other animal languishing on the floor and I feel relief.
Meanwhile I feel something coming out of my mouth, it's disturbing and I also feel embarrassed, because my guru is still looking at me. I start pulling a small white embroidery from my mouth and keep pulling a white thread behind it. But it's not over, then my mouth is full of beads and I collect them out one by one. My teacher is looking with admiration, so I assume it's not a bad thing.

Morning of September 11, 2015. Friday.



In my dream, I had been making love to Zsuzsanna in a semi-lucid state and suddenly feel a bit more perceptive than usual in such a situation. She looks beautiful and goddess-like. I tell her that I “brought her here” as an experiment and for her to look around the setting (even though she has already been present in many dreams about Cubitis as well as La Crosse). Outside, I see a beautiful garden and layout. There are unrealistically large coleus blumei everywhere (instead of all the huge prickly pears and ugly caterpillar-infested red canna lilies that were eventually practically everywhere in reality prior to my family’s move back to Wisconsin), some in large plant pots placed in perfect lines along the shed and parts of the backyard. The beauty of the imagery is astounding.

There is a strange “division” of time. Even though I am my present self on one level, “my” house is otherwise empty (other than my own manipulation of the setting and “preserving” of how it was before) and supposedly in the distant past. Lisa’s old house immediately to the south, however, is still technically “cursed” and empty, and the outside covered with several layers of mold and old vines, parts of the front porch blocked up with concrete blocks (and mostly as it presently looks now in real life). I want to look in the house, but my wife does not like the idea. However, my motive is pure and to confirm that the house is in complete ruin and unfit for a human being to even be within several feet of. I do not even care that people apparently cannot enter and leave with their sanity intact. I feel good about the idea of an empty ruined house covered with mold and vines next to “my” in-dream home. It makes me feel alive and happy and with an enhanced sense of privacy.

Somehow though, we end up in town. I seem to be on my own for a time. I do not recognize anyone (even though they are around my age or older). I am in what seems to be a small store. An older male is seated on a chair near the entrance. Even though I do not know anyone in the immediate setting, I ask him if he remembers me. He has no idea who I am. I tell him that I will travel back into the past, meet him and be his friend for a few months, and then come back to the present and ask him if he remembers me then. He seems to agree to this odd concept and arrangement, but it still does not work. He then does not even remember what I had asked him the first time around (before I went to the past). I become annoyed and leave.

I eventually find myself in a tavern. There are quite a few people sitting on bar stools. One of them looks like a very old version of Lisa, perhaps about seventy (which makes no sense as she is younger than me). Her parents look like young teenage versions of themselves even though they are still her “real” parents. Her “mother” says that she has to come home and her “father” does not even want to look at her, though just tells her to come back home while even blocking his face with his right arm for a short time. Not many want to look, apparently, because her face is extraordinarily distorted. I notice that her mouth looks quite bizarre, her teeth two times longer than they should be and metallic as well as being at various random angles. I do not question either the “impossible mouth” or the teenage parents of a very old lady (even though I had been semi-lucid at the beginning of my dream).

Eventually, I am distracted by the behavior of the “parents”, and decide to heal a few people in the area. I go outside and see the same male I had talked with earlier. From here, miniature clouds of soft blue fire float and waver upward into the air from my hands and this is supposed to be “restoring” elements of the town and people somehow. The male seems to become a bit younger (or at least healthier in overall appearance) and more cheerful.

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Non-lucid
I was in the mountains with a bunch on people I know. AJ had a cold sore-like thing on her tongue, and I looked at a diagram of medical issues of the mouth, and jokingly said "it's the black plague". AJ laughed but mom didn't.
Then, I wake up.

So I'm at my grandmas house for the entirety of the dream. Some family is here with me, both my sisters, my mom, and my grandma. I keep tonguing this little thing that I feel in the bottom tooth right before the wisdom tooth. It feels like it'll come out loose each time but its hard to budge. The whole time I'm thinking it's a piece of food or something. Then finally I feel it snap off and I feel 2 solid shards of something and instantly know what it is, it's pieces of mercury filling and I panic and spit it out into my hand so I don't accidentally swallow them. The main shard is larger than the little secondary bit. I run and show my family and I'm worried because I feel like mercury vapors are now going into my system. Then I start to eat for some reason, and then this girl who I don't know and don't know why she's in my grandmas house yells at me that I shouldn't be eating when I broke the mercury and that all the food touched it and went into my stomach. I panic and start to feel sick and contemplate making my self throw up the poisoned food in me, but I don't and instead try to shoot water in my mouth to clean it all out. Then my family leaves, they have to go somewhere for a little bit and I'm left there alone. For some reason I can't stop fixating on my teeth in the bathroom mirror, I look to see the tooth where the mercury broke off, and notice how disgusting and rotted all my teeth are. I become confused as to why nearly all my teeth now have mercury fillings because I thought I only had two. (In waking life I only have two and remembered this in my dream). There's brown spots and the teeth are yellow and sickly. I go and walk into the dining room area and stand there anxiously waiting for my family to come back, I feel like I need their help in the matter. Then while waiting I feel the upper tooth next to one of my big front tooth's become wiggly and I try to bight it back into place but then I hear this crackle noise that I knew meant the root just cracked out of the gum, then I just let it fall into my hand, I look at it and it's shaped weird I notice and it had two sharp thorn looking things that i guess were the roots, the tooth is brown and yellow and seems to be swollen. My mom comes home and I show her the tooth, she is disgusted by it rather than wanting to help me, she squeezes the tooth for some reason and I hear a crack and she drops it to the counter with disgust and says it's disgusting. I look at it and see she cracked the tooth open and it was completely filled with brown stuff that feel out of it that looks like beef jerky pr something. I just leave the tooth there and go look in the mirror again, because my mom left again. I look to see the spot where the tooth had fallen from, but I don't see any spot without a tooth, and then I realize that there must've been a tooth behind the tooth that just fell out, it relieves me. I examine it in the mirror, it's not aligned with my front teeth but I don't care, its smaller like maybe it'll grow in more, and its bright white and healthy. Then I feel a group of teeth on the bottom about a row of four of them feel really wiggle, and I try to bite them back into place, bite the roots back in, but they just wont, I hear that crackles noises of the roots forever displacing, so I let all four teeth fall into my hand. They're all yellow, I put them on the bathroom counter top and look in the mirror expecting a big spot on my gums with no teeth and also all the other teeth being disgusting, but then I'm shocked to see in the mirror all my teeth there, and they all look healthy, vibrant white, in alignment, I'm so shocked and pleased to see such thing I almost wanted to cry with joy, and I think to myself, my teeth have never looked so nice like this and that I shall want to smile to people, to everyone. The teeth felt strong, not on the verge of falling out like the other ones.

I'm walking down this sidewalk along a white picket fence. I get to this house that had large swing type gate and know i have to go in here, but as I'm turning the corner i guess i had my mouth open a bit and I feel something vibrating in my mouth. I lean over the sidewalk and keep trying to spit something out. It takes me 4 or tries and then things fall out of my mouth and onto the sidewalk. I kneel down to get a closer look, I see a bee on the ground missing one wing, and missing is black fur stripes like they were plucked out it just has the yellow fur stripes. I become grossed out that a bee was in my mouth and spit more trying to get anything left of it out. Then i look back down and the be and wonder why it didn't sting my tongue, and I begin to see it happening in my head and then think to stop thinking about it or it will happen, i imagine swollen tongue and not being able to breathe. Then I wonder why the bee didn't sting the roof of my mouth, and then I imagine the roof of my mouth swelling and me not being able to breathe and I try to stop thinking about it so it won't happen. Then I decide to assume the bee was already dying and had lost it's stinger previously. Then I look down at the bee again and itss yellow stripes aren't as vibrant as they were, now they've gone light brown, and its one wing is dark brown with holes, it seems dry and brittle now, and I realize there is now another bee next to it on the sidewalk, and I wonder had I spat that one out too. Then I get up and walk into the yard by opening the swing fence.

second dream this week involving singing. i realised that in a dream/dream memory that i had been in a spoof version of TOTP singing some joke songs with a few old mates. it took me a while to figure out if this had actually happened but i felt so awake that when i saw a replay of it i was sure it was real. we had been called in last minute to do the song and despite not having any guidance as to the nature of the show had done a silly song in a serious manner. it was rubbish but i was really excited to see how it had gone and just see us all on telly. we gathered down the road at some old friends house to watch it, but didn't tell everyone that we were on. she seemed really whacky, almost out of it for some reason.

we watched the first few songs then it finally dawned on me that our song was probably so rubbish that they would have cut it from the end of the program. it was replaced with one my mate who is actually a singer had done for the next weeks show. it didnt fit the spoof nature of the program but was actually a really good rock song with him on guitar in the video on his own in some kind of escher staircase type video. he turned up at the house and despite being annoyed at not getting to see our song, i was chuffed for him that he had done such a good performance on telly. i tried to find the producers who were right annoying media types and they just tried to cause friction between me and my mate while i was just trying to find out if there was a copy i could watch somewhere. what i was mostly looking forward to was the spoof banter before the performance with some guy who was like tommy lee. then i realised i had a mouthful of stuff like previous recurring dreams, and i tried to pull it all out into a sink. people thought i was being sick, but i just had this mass of vegetable matter stuck in my throat. maybe just a sign of eating a bit much?

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

whiterains dream 2

just remembered another bit. i was in a college type room with lots of others. i had a recurring thing where i have some kind of stuff like chewing gum all stuck in my mouth. as if i have fallen asleep with it in my mouth or something. its horible and i have to pull it all out with my hands which is never easy. it comes out in massive long strings and feels like it comes from deep inside me. it always feels good to get rid of it though. this time afterwards i feel like i have broken my teeth. it feels like i have really woken myself up and somehow 2 teeth are just falling out. glad to properly wake up after that one, must make both these things dreamsigns

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9.5.2011

On My Back (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

It's just a dream, I assure myself, sticking my hand into the dark wretch's open maw, stopping the biting, but failing to lessen the pressure of its long, black, flesh-torn arms as it pushes down onto my body, my neck, strangling me, leaving me cold as I lay alone on my back, alone in my thoughts, my mind.

When I was little, one of my favourite stories was the famous "Lost City of Atlantis." So I thought to myself, why not try to find this place during a lucid dream. So, here's my account of yesterday's attempt:

The sky was gloomy and darkness encompassed the vast ocean beneath it. I was in a small dingy boat paddling as hard as possible against the mighty waves generated by the powerful wind. Lightning flashed in 2-3 second intervals which actually did the job of illuminating this landscape. I figured if I paddled long enough I would reach some sort of land eventually, so I carried on doing just that. Moments later I saw a huge, huge shadow passing beneath the dingy - made obvious by the intense lightning overhead. I began to notice that the water around the boat started to sink downwards into this shadow and soon enough a large mouth emerged from where the shadow was located, and shallowed the entire dingy and me along with it. What happened next felt like one of those rides you get in theme parks. I realised that I was probably inside a whale's mouth. The sheer force of water pushed me towards the back- there was an immense waterfall at this end of its mouth because it led to the whale's stomach. Desperately trying to avoid becoming whale food, I held tightly onto one of its taste buds, which was soft and cushiony. At this moment, a huge pressure that was building up forced me towards the blowhole and I was blown out of the whale with extreme force. As I fully regained consciousness I saw it before my eyes. The lost city of Atlantis.

Sadly I woke up shortly after this. Hopefully I can go back tonight.

I'm at an amusement park at the Jurassic Park attraction. It's like when you stand in line for a ride in Universal Studios or Islands of Adventure and it's all set up like you're walking through a movie set. I'm working there with about ten other people and we're actors. I'm walking around like I'm hunting dinosaurs and someone says that the people will be coming to get in line soon. So now there are people in line and my part is to act like some killer bug that has been turned over on its back and can't flip back over. I'm thinking Gregor Samsa from Kafka's Metamorphosis. But I don't have a costume. It's like third person now and I can see myself acting like a complete asshole.

Next thing I know it's a water ride and I'm watching the boats come out of the ride and going down that last drop into the water. At one point, I see a little kid that's under an overhang under where the boats come out. Every time a boat has come out the water rises and I see that where this kid is, the water will go right up over him and he'll drown. So I yell for hem to stop the ride and I can see the people on the boat thinking they're going to go over the edge and then they stop. Some guy runs out and grabs the kid and brings him to the first aid place that's right there. I'm looking over a guard rail on the side of the attraction area and I feel in my mouth like hardening wax. I start spitting this wax stuff over the rail and it's like Halloween wax lips. But it won't stop coming out of my mouth and it's uncomfortable. So I go over to the first aid area and the kid that just got rescued is experiencing the same problem. It's starting to be like an epidemic. Then I wake up. All freaked out.

Morning of January 1, 2000. Saturday.



I seem to be losing some teeth at first but that is not the case. Loose keys from the computer keyboard had somehow been in my mouth but I am not sure of how many (and I do not question how they would be there in the first place, though perhaps I had been blowing them dry after washing them as I had in real life recently and they somehow flew up into my mouth). Logic dictates that the individual keys would be too large to be mistaken for teeth in real life for the most part. In the last part of my dream, I am unsure whether any actual teeth of mine had come out, though it seems possible.

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This is slightly different than my usual losing teeth dreams, which I have had a few times per month since childhood. Trying to infer to me that losing teeth in dreams has any meaning relevant to waking life (other than in cases of literal prescience or concerns about a trip to the dentist) will be meant with a blank stare.

Losing teeth in a dream is not much different than the falling mechanism in physical hypnopompia, which also has no meaning other than the biological shifting of consciousness. How difficult can it be to understand something so obvious? The unconscious self cannot speak through the physical body, and so when undue attention is incidentally focused on a mouth that is not even there (other than by illusion), naturally the fictional teeth would “fall out” (or be perceived as doing such).

To further prove this, consider what has happened in this dream. Typing on a computer keyboard and speaking are both related to communication. The sleeping physical body cannot talk or communicate coherently in unconsciousness. It is also common to not be able to type correctly on a computer keyboard in a dream, which is also unrelated to waking life. It is simply because the dream self does not have neural access to critical thinking skills or defined time orientation.

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