There was this hallucination going around in the morning. A contagious one that I was the first to catch. It made me think I was at the dentist. Latex fingers stretched my mouth open and my mouth proved that it could even be more gigantic. I was under the utmost control as the hygienist plotted her next scrape. It was difficult for me to see anything. I couldn’t open my eyes nearly as wide as my mouth…and I tried…HARD. For a second I succeeded […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: dental hygienist, dentist, Dream