Ambido. Sink teeth. Amoeba. Toothless. Raindrops down the window… is he here? I was just listening to rain drops dabbling down the roof outside. Teeth. Sinking teeth.
Last night I had a dream where I was at a work function and I was just about to text my boss all of the shit I wanted to say to him. In that moment, he showed up. He looked old and kind of hunched over – what little hairs he had left on his head were gone. And he was wearing a fucking fedora – jeez, he was making this easy for me. I marched up to him and started to unleash all the things I wanted to say – but it was coming out all incoherent – and he was just laughing. The fucker was laughing – kind of an awkward laugh – the one where your shoulders go up and down to sort of fake the laugh – or make it more believable.
He didn’t agree with anything I was saying – he said he was only gone for one week and he had two jobs – what I did was a breeze compared to him.
In the dream – the more frustrated I got – the less I could make sense of anything. My teeth began to feel like marbles in my mouth made of plaster and they were crumbling and falling out in whole rows.
I ended up taking my teeth out and putting them in this woman’s glass of water – it was like rocks and cement, or gravel. I chose her water because she was agreeing with him. I was making this big scene and no one understood my side of things.
My boss just kept laughing and walked away.
I googled what “teeth falling out in dream” meant this morning and the first thing to come up was about big loss and major life changes – example, job. Dang, how true is that.
I’m here, in Whistler with my sis and my niece, a part of digitizing Haida language – I mean, come on! How cool is that? We’ve got a hot tub on our deck and we make our own bubbles. (Wink).
where rivers are born 