Sabretooth

I've been having recurring dreams about my teeth.

I'm at Stonepark Junior High school, in my grade 9 homeroom (Mrs. Joan Kennedy) class. Except, well, I'm not 14, I'm 28, but everyone else is 14-15. How I fit into those tiny desks is another question, but hey, it's a dream, and they've got their own logic.

So I'm sitting there between the Gills and the Gorvetts listening to the morning annoucements. Usual stuff about the girl's field hockey team and the boy's volleyball team. I had my head in my hands because I was tired, but then I leaned my head back to yawn... and the teacher pointed at me and screamed. My top left incisor had started to grow. It was about an inch longer than the other one and was yellowed and cracked, like an old man's toenail.

Everyone crowded around to point and stare. I was told to go to the nurses' office to get someone to take care of it. As I was walking down the highway, I felt it growing, so I went into the bathroom to look at it in the mirror.

It was about 6 inches long, jutting out of my mouth. Jagged, yellowed, cracked, and dirty. I couldn't close my mouth; I couldn't eat or drink or swallow. So what could I do?

I cut my tooth out. With a saw. I filed it down to match the other ones. I took the excess tooth that I cut off, put it in my pocket, and went back to class.

Then I woke up.

I'm sure that's gotta mean something. I looked up teeth dreams online, but the only interpretation I find involves teeth falling out, which is supposed to mean lies to be uncovered or something. Nothing about giant, yellowed teeth. I've had similar dreams twice in the last week.

No idea how that relates to me at all.