A list of every way I’ve dreamed about my teeth falling out.
I open my mouth. All of my teeth fall out at once. Dream ends.
My teeth crumble, like ancient ruins inside of my mouth. They become dust in my hands and my salty tears mix with the teeth dust. I scatter this mixture onto the ground.
I go about a typical day, running errands, eating tacos. All the while, my teeth are falling out, scattering throughout this dream location. Tacos are always included and I never seem to notice, or care, that my teeth are missing.
One tooth falls into the mouth of some faceless, but still attractive [...]
Dream date: One of those days you try and forget about.
Dream: I’m staring at myself. So many Mes. I guess it gets weird, waking up in a dream surrounded by yourself, but whatever. The Mes don’t care. They’re floating in clouds. Two of the clouds are shaped like feelings. I make eye contact with one young me, the kid with the 'fro pick who I think is dancing but dunno for sure because the people in my dreams are usually dancing. Check that pout. We talked but didn't use our mouths. He cried—but I've cried, I told him, and we were in the clouds so the water wouldn't even go [...]
Ta-Nehisi Coates is reading the SUPERB AND PERFECT The Forever War, by Joe Haldeman, for the very first time, which causes me to wriggle with envy. I would love to read it again for the first time, with any of these fabulous covers. For whatever reason, it's always sci-fi I feel this way about: Nova, or The Left Hand of Darkness, or Dangerous Visions.
Roger Ebert once said that he had a college professor who said he would give anything to read Romeo and Juliet again for the first time. Which struck me as a little odd, because, not to be a jerk, [...]
My mom always told me I could be anything I wanted as long as it didn’t involve taking my clothes off for money. Her dream had been to be an airline stewardess, but, as she often used to tell me, that dream died the day she confessed it to her own mother. My tough-loving grandmother had replied, “You’ll never be a stewardess. You’re too tall and too fat. You’re just too big for the plane!” “Too big for the plane,” she would repeat, over and over, with a wistful look in her eyes. “The thing I’m trying to say,” she would say to my young, bewildered face, “is you can [...]