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I don't often remember my dreams. It's odd; for a while, while I was going to college, I started writing down all the ones I remembered and there were a lot of them. I think though that that might be because a lot of them occurred while I was sleeping in a chair in the lounge on the second floor of the student union and kept getting interrupted to go to class. I know you're more likely to remember dreams when you're interrupted from them.

But the one I was woken out of this morning is going to stick in my head for a while. I can't even remember if it was wooisme who woke me up, or if it was posicat coming up from downstairs, but I know where my mind was until that point.

The three of us were walking north along the train tracks toward Racine from Kenosha. I don't know why we were on the tracks; maybe I wanted some train pictures. It was a section of track that, to the best of my knowledge, doesn't exist in real life. Bare dirt with three parallel sets of north-south rail heading north out of town. The three of us were kicking up little clouds of dust as we made our way away from the buildings of the town behind us when I realized that there was something small and hard in my mouth, a lot like a popcorn kernel.

I pushed it around with my tongue and expelled it onto the ground, but in just a moment there were a couple more of them, washed around my mouth by my saliva and bumping against the backs of my teeth. I spit them into my hand and examined them. They were my teeth. And more were coming loose, all in a neat little row. I was beginning to taste blood now as more teeth dislodged themselves from my jaw. I ran back to pick up the first one as I expectorated the others into my palm to join the two that were already waiting there. Shortly, I had all five of the back teeth from the upper right part of my jaw sitting in a pool of blood in my hand.

I knew we had to call my dentist. (Posicat pointed out later that I must have forgotten about 911 service.) I don't quite remember getting there, but the next place I found myself was at a table in a building that wasn't a restaurant, but I don't know what it was. The three of us sat at a little cafè style table while I tried very hard to push the right sounds through my missing teeth to get the operator to understand that I needed the number for (and I even remembered the real name of my doctor, which I won't use here) "John Doe, D.D.S.".

It was about that point that I was awoken and spent the next couple minutes making panicked little whimpers.

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When Andrea and Posi and I all had a chance to talk to Tom Evers, the artist who put together the Forevertron, he really surprised me early in our conversation by pointing out the dragonfly necklace I was wearing and asking me why I had it. I kind of sheepishly explained that I just like dragonflies; I didn't quite know how to explain that I'd alwyas thought dragonflies were these beautiful creatures and that they have a significant connection to my feminine side. When I said that, he explained that he'd asked because dragonflies, like other animals, have a great deal of symbolism to them and he wondered if that's why I was wearing one.

This morning, Andrea showed me a webpage about dragonfly symbolism. All that either of us could say was 'wow'. So much of that is of significance in my life.

There really is something special about Dr. Evermore. I'm going to call my grandfather tomorrow and see if he'd like to come out with me and visit him. It will be a wonderful chance to spend time with him, and I think the two of them would have fantastic things to talk about.