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-Dream Journal quote: "The kid's pretty energetic too, which makes the elevator difficult"-

Not much of a dream last night. We were preparing a young movie star for fame; stuffing (?) his window blinds so people (read: fangirls) wouldn't be peeking in all the time. Yeah.

I have an appointment with the dentist today. Fun. Especially considering that my jaw is usually good and healthy, save for when I'm leaned back in that chair. Then, it locks up and I can barely open my mouth enough, and I have TMJ problems for weeks. Plus, my teeth are going through a phase (at least I'm delusionally hoping it's a phase) where they schloop up plaque despite all my efforts at removing it... it's like fingernail gook, just seems to grow more the more you try to get rid of it. So my dentist will lecture me about flossing, brushing, etc. etc., and I will nod, since his hands will be halfway down my throat and talking will be difficult at best -- especially since I get this feeling that he doesn't believe me when I say I do brush well, I just have schloopy teeth that hate me.

The worst part is, my dentist is actually a really nice chap; he reminds me of all my fun uncles rolled into one, and has a voice that always makes me grin because it's dead-on like my Uncle David's voice. So I feel bad for hating my dentist visits.

And hey, why is it that I go to the dentist every six months, but haven't had a "yearly check-up" at the doctor's for several years? Ah, we Americans. I guess we care more about our TEETH than the rest of our bodies. This could explain the whole healthcare problem...

Reality check. If you are dreaming, come bash my teeth into submission with a blunt toothbrush, will you?