Ok, I’m dreaming again. When I was waking up this morning, I dreamed that I had broken a tooth. Now talk about a bizarre dream. And I thought it was... until it happened.
I was making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, when I put a piece of cheese in my mouth. I was surprised when the cheese turned out to be crunchy. Pulling it out of my mouth, I found a crown in the mass of cheese, a crown off of my tooth. Now talk about a dream that literally came up and bit me.
Most of my dreams are not prophetic, and I hope they stay that way. Considering how all too many of my dreams go, I think it would be nice if they stayed dreams.