For the first time in my life I had a tooth break. It is a front one on the bottom. It felt rigid and wrong in my mouth so I began to investigate with my fingers when a piece of my tooth, in the back, crumbled into my mouth.

It felt like I was on Deja Vu: The Ride. All those dozens of dreams I’ve had about my teeth crumbling out of my head and the powerless feeling that accompanied them came surging back. It was an odd place to be, living in reality the dreams you’ve long ago buried.

Luckily, the breakage is minor and not visible to anyone, evenme really. This one of those times when it would be nice to have a flip-top head. Anyway, I’m totally flossing now night and day, everyday. I like my teeth. They chew my food and hold my lips up.