I've been having a rather fucked up reoccurring dream for a few weeks now and it struck again last night.

I'm sitting around doing nothing noteworthy in particular when I touch my teeth. One of them feels loose or I feel some foreign object (In last nights dream it was wire sticking out from under my teeth) and I poke at it or pull on the wire until the tooth falls out. Than the same thing with more teeth...and more...and more. Than I start to realize I'm losing all my teeth and panic sets in but I keep poking and prodding until they're all gone. One time in particular, my teeth didn't fall out but instead, cracked or shattered as soon as I touched them. Ugh. For some reason, this nightmare doesn't ever wake me up. It just seems to seamlessly blend into other dreams. I also have a hard time remembering dreams but with this one, I always have to actually check to see my teeth are still there when I wake up and it haunts me for the rest of the day.

odd. odd. odd.

I'm also back in one of those everything-is-backwards neurotic-as-fuck total-mess-of-a-boy moods. Elliott Smith is making me happy. Well...maybe not quite happy, but... almost content, which is actually quite an improvement. Everything feels so goddamn stagnant and I've lost all interest in fixing it. I keep getting the urge to run away from everything. Montreal, San Francisco, Vancouver, Portland... just keep driving till my credit card is maxed out and than...I don't know. Who knows, maybe somewhere along the way I'd find something that makes sense.