Friday, July 01, 2005

One of my least favorite recurring dreams is. . .

The one where my teeth start to fall out. Sometimes in dreamland there is no reason they fall out. Last night I dreamt that I had cavities and they were so bad--and I hadn't noticed--that my teeth just broke off and fell out. I've read that lots of people have the tooth loss dream, and it's something about stressing over little details, not having control, etc. It was soo good wake up in the morning and realize my teeth were all there. Probably do have some cavities though. . .

Time is flying by, and I continue to learn, fuck up, learn some more. More and more people in the lab ask me questions about things, and I even had a lovely smart idea in lab meeting that just came to me and I uttered it before I could edit myself. It reminds me of trying to play trivial pursuit: I always did better when I just blurted out the first answer that came to mind. It wasn't always right, but it was right more often than when I sat and thought about it. I'll have to try that more.

But back to the teeth dream. I still remember what it feels like to have a loose tooth, the way it itches and cuts like dull glass and you want to leave it alone but you keep clacking it with your other teeth and wiggling it with your tongue. Are you ever suprised when you smell something or hear something or feel something and it reminds you that you have a memory you never even knew you kept? I wonder about all the things I think I've forgotten that sit, acessible, in the dustier portion of my brain.

Oh well, I should now go to sleep, since it's the 4th o' July weekend and I've got plenty of work tomorrow, and laundry to do sometime. . .

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