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-Tree(!) quote: "skushhhwoooo", it's getting windy-ish here-

My dream last night was not wholly mundane, but I only remembered the mundane part. Yet I know there was more going on... how very frustrating.

Well, turns out my preemptive griping about the dentist visit was completely unfulfilled. My jaw did not lock up, I did not get lectured about brushing, I didn't even taste the horrid pink toothpaste gook much. The only disagreeable bits were minor. Weird, but minor.

For instance: TV screen, good. It gives you something to focus on while the hygenist scrapes away in mostly awkward silence. Showing veneer/whitening/crown procedures -- with full-color, real-life pictures -- bad. Somehow the nauseous sight of close-up, overlipsticked mouths, not to mention cheery 3-D animations of the titanium screws for porcelain teeth being installed in a cut-open, simulated gum, do NOT encourage me to ask for any procedure. Even if the people shown might look marginally (sometimes I even had a hard time seeing the before-after difference, but anyway) better, no. Just no.

Also, had the classic tussle that I always have with the hygenist where she refuses to believe that the x-ray film will not fit in my mouth, and instead repeats that I need to bite down, over and over, as if that will make the thing magically fuse to my palate cells, because if it got wedged in any harder, it would. It took two hygenists to finally get all the pictures taken, and the poor first one was getting mighty frustrated. I feel depressed when I give hygenists a bad day. They don't deserve my small mouth.

But overall, the appointment was much more pleasant than I anticipated. I even had an interesting conversation with the dentist.

Are you dreaming?