Sweet Dreams

Are definitely not made of this:

Occasionally at various points in my life, I’ll have a series of similarly-themed dreams that reoccur.

When I was little, I always dreamt about snakes. After failing my first attempt at college for a plethora of reasons, I started to have what I called my “Mills dreams.” Upon returning from work in Japan, yep, I began my series of “AEON dreams.”

These days the dreams are all about teeth. And not pretty, white, shiny ones.
They’re always cracked, rotting, discolored and painful ones. In my mouth.

The dreams have been so vivid and unrelenting in the past few months, that when I wake up, I immediately run my fingers over my mouth to check if all my choppers are still in place.

These nightmares drove me to research exactly what these horrible scenarios could signify, and I found some interesting hypotheses that boil down to this.


Today's obsession: Congratulating myself for not tipping the scales at my monthly weigh-in. All my exercising efforts are paying off, and I'm holding steady.