Thursday Night
Dreamt that I lost two large teeth, and a third - one of the small ones in the lower front - was very loose. I have these "tooth dreams" regularly, and I hate them. It's my least favorite dream theme. I'd much prefer to relive other bad dreams of my childhood, like when the evil guy from the Dungeons and Dragons cartoon enslaved my family in a mine. Or the Halloween dream.
Friday Night
Dreamt that Death Cab For Cutie was playing a gig at Louise's Downtown. The bassist and I were friendly. Imagine my shock when I learned that, in seven alternate realities, the bassist had been kidnapped or killed or something by aliens or something.
(I might still be drunk.)
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