An odd twist on the classic tooth dream

 Last night I dreamt I removed some of my teeth and ate them. I cooked them into a meal. They were soft, and tasty. I loved the way that they looked as well; I found them really beautiful. Then I started to realise they wouldn't grow back, and I may have given myself a speech impediment. Everyone would think I was crazy if I told them what I'd done. I felt like I wanted to talk to someone for help but didn't know how to confess I'd eaten my own teeth. I couldn't explain why I'd done it. Did I think they'd grow back?

I also had a horrible nightmare where my husband died in a fire. Not a good night for dreams.

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