They say that in dreams, teeth represent control.
Last night I was in the backseat, my dad was driving me to the B's. Three of my teeth came out. They came out easily, all at once. There was a lack of panic in my reaction. I wasn't upset. In fact, I felt relieved that we could turn around and go to the dentist instead of the B's because I didn't want to go visit them anyway. I sat patiently during the drive, holding my teeth in my hand. My dad, the worrier, was more concerned, but even he didn't seen too bothered. He knew a good dentist. I later noticed that some of my bottom teeth were loose and wiggling too.
When we stopped at the house and I looked in the mirror, I didn't think the gap from the teeth looked all that bad. Maybe even cute in a quirky way. I figured the other teeth would eventually shift over and make up for the absence.
This bodes well for letting go gracefully.
This bodes well for making peace with the gaps.
Grow grow grow.
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