For a moment it seemed that it was over. It seemed that i wasn't having anymore dreams, just a case of insomnia or what i'd like to call an "overabundance of creativity best expressed at night". But like in any good horror story, shit happens when you least expect it.

It was the 3rd of july (more precise, the 4th of july at 3 am) and maybe i dreamt because i saw transformers (though the dream wasnt at all transformers related...or maybe it was). Anyways, this dream is a recurring one, its not the first time i dream about stuff like this.

In this dream i am myself, and i am in a normal scenario, in this case i was at my job talking to my boss when i spit up blood. It fell scarlett red on my black and white shirt and it shines technicolor, like a clue in a detective story, but my boss...she doesnt notice, so i ignore this little incident and continue talking...the more i talk the more the blood spills from my mouth, and the more i ignore it the more it smells. I continue talking, until i feel something rolling inside my mouth, made of jagged edges and with a very pulpy feel, i dont know what it is, so i stick my fingers inside my mouth and try to find the problem..after not much digging i find it is a tooth that has fallen (im not a dentist but i can venture to say it is a canine). Terrified i spit the tooth out, and as it fell i can still see pieces of gum and nerves clinging to it. My boss, she continues talking and talking. It pisses me off she cant notice that i spit out a fucking tooth...and she doesnt even acknowledge that my blood stinks!

At this point my boss is pretty much having a one-way conversation since i have become engrossed with the events ocurring inside of my mouth, this time, i jab my finger at the hole where my tooth (canine) used to be, and i feel a little bit of pain, desperate about this gaping hole in my mouth i procced to check out another one of my teeth. As soon as i touch the other tooth it starts dancing, threatening me to fall off. But me, being the stubborn son of a bitch that i am continue to prod, until the other tooth falls off. Then i move to another tooth, and another, and another, and as soon as i touch a tooth, it falls and there's more blood. my shirt is now red, and my desk is covered in gums, blood and teeth. At this point my mouth is like a newborn baby's just a roof made of pink-red gums and no teeth whatsoever. I dance my tongue around the cavities where my teeth used to be...it feels so damn real, this is where my mind begins to proccess i have no teeth...at all and i can feel a change in the temperature outside of my dream...i begin to sweat...and its at this moment that i discover that everything i touch with that finger...falls off, so i am abot to touch my eye when i wake up in a sweat, i rin off to the bathroom and open my mouth, and for a minute i cant see any teeth in there, i have to calm myself, close my eyes, take some tylenol (just to self-medicate, because i have no headache) and go to the bathroom again, there they are my teeth, complete in a row, not as white as a pearl, but clean enough, i brush my teeth like a fanatic and gurgle some lysterine. and try to go back to sleep.