I've had a recurring nightmare for years. Okay, two recurring nightmares. The first one is where an immediately family member is diagnosed with terminal cancer and has only weeks/months to live but ever since that one came true I no longer have it.
This second one I shared with sissy. We never knew we had the same nightmare until one day we were somehow talking about something that brought up the subject. We both thought it was such an off the wall, unusual dream that we never thought TWO people could have the same dream. Well, if two people were going to have the same dream it would be us.
A little background first. Papa doesn't eat an apple peel. He also doesn't peel his apples. How does he eat an apple the way a normal person eats an apple (bite into it) and yet not eat the peel? He spits it out. But he doesn't just spit it out, he just stands there, chewing the apple and then just letting the peel fall out of his mouth. It almost looks like he's vomiting and it's quite funny if you're watching him. This is the way he's always eaten an apple.
So what was sissy and my nightmare?
Our teeth fall out like the apple peel comes pouring out of papa's mouth. Our dreams were the exact same in that we'd just be talking to someone (usually each other) and our teeth would start falling out. We wouldn't be able to talk as teeth would come out instead of words. We'd raise our hand to our mouth and our hands would get full of teeth shards. All of our teeth would fall out and we'd just be standing there, in shock, wondering how the hell we were going to fix this.
Friday afternoon I was watching "Grey's Anatomy" with Beya and eating Gummi Bears (only the red, orange and yellow ones) and I felt a crunch. Gummi Bears aren't crunchy. I opened my mouth and out fell the Gummi Bears and I instantly flashed back to my dream and sure as shit, out with the Gummi Bears came three shards of a tooth. I had a handful of Gummi Bear shrapnel and pieces of a tooth. I was shocked. I looked at mom and told her it was my nightmare come to life. I also had to stop my arm from reaching up to grab the phone to tell sissy that our dream had happened to me.
I go to the dentist tomorrow.