I don’t typically think about my ex anymore if I don’t have to, but I have been remembering my dreams more so lately now that I have shifted my lifestyle and paradigm so that I can rightly say I that I am on the path to genuine contentedness.  Dreams are important, this is with out a doubt.  DMT is just as key to survival as any other biological factor and I am now recording them in a (private) dream journal to see where my intimacy with them will guide me.

Anyhow, to the point.  Teeth.  This was a common theme in my ex’s dreams.  Teeth: his would fall out in them from time to time.

Now what on earth is this supposed to mean.  For all I know the answer is unearthly, but, teeth are vital.

When one loses teeth they lose quite a bit of power.  They lose the ability to eat a majority of food- unless pureed , speak as coherently, and smile as proudly (for most).  I’m missing a lot of points here, as I am no toof-expert, but teeth matter, right?

So what was it, then?  Power struggle?  Did he think me a tyrant?

If so, what a shame.  I am but a speck a dust in time, and I know that…

I’ve only power over me.  I feel for him, for he did have issues about power, and to chase such a notion for a life time is quite an anathema.