Last night I dreamt that, while playing in some sort of organized hockey-type thing (all girls, no ice, so not really like hockey, and in they gym at my old elementary school), I got smashed in the mouth by a broom handle (we were playing with brooms, duh), and I reached up and touched my surprisingly free of blood mouth, and simply pulled out my tooth. An entire tooth, with full root development, and still, no blood.
I threw it on the ground and went back to playing the game - we were in a tournament, and I couldn't let a little thing like losing a tooth stop me from helping my team kick ass.
This is the exact opposite of what I would do in real life - for one thing, I would not be playing in a broom hockey tournament, and for another, losing a tooth would totally freak me out.
But that makes me think - why would I have a dream like that? Am I telling myself to be more active? To go back to school (the tournament was in my elementary school, and I do occasionally think about grad school)? To care less about how many teeth I have? I certainly hope it's not that last thing. Because I really do want to continue to care about the number and quality of my teeth.