Long Tables, pt. 1

I had that dream again where my teeth were falling out. How it goes is I’m standing in front of the mirror and plucking them off my gums like they were grapes. I didn’t say it was a pleasant dream. The hell of it is they were coming out with just a little effort. The teeth I mean.

Next thing is I’m awake and breathing like my hair is on fire. I start poking around inside my mouth, really shaking like mad, because you can’t be too careful. I’m pretty sure my whole face will cave in, leaving me all puckered and ugly. It happens where I get confused about what’s a dream, and sometimes it’s hard, telling the difference.

Also remembering things.