Had one of those horrible dreams again, where I'm losing my teeth. Like last time, I couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality- I was talking to a doctor in my dream, and I even said "I have dreams about this every few months or so." I mean, I tested it. I sort of felt around, sensed around. Time was slow, which it normally isn't in dreams, mine anyway.
It wasn't all my teeth this time, either, just my incisors. They just slid out, both of them. Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out- if losing your teeth is fear of growing old, then losing you incisors is fear of losing your power, maybe of getting impotent. I'm not afraid of dying, but I like being young. Every single time I see an old person, bent, crippled, blind, hideous, I think "There but for the grace of God am I." Probably my most religious moments, really. And I don't ever want to be like that. I don't want to not be able to walk, or sing, or hear. Forever young.
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Thinkin' about
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