Dream Diary

I plucked one of my molars with my thumb and index finger and felt my tongue brush over the empty space. It tasted like salt.

I began to chew and felt the rest of my teeth crumble and crunch. They were made of pebbles collapsing against each other until they were tiny white grains which I spat onto the floor in a red puddle.

I looked at the man in front of me. His voice filled my ears: “Again, do it again.”

I nodded and opened my mouth reaching for another. I didn’t want to disappoint.


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