The First Morning

May 13, 2009

The First Morning

According to dreamviews.com, having your teeth fall out in a dream is a sign of “excessive worrying”.  Last night, I had a dream about that very topic.  Though I don’t necessarily believe in the complete accuracy in analyzing the meaning of dreams, I find it weird that it happened on the first night of eight that I’ll be staying at Whit’s apartment in Bloomington, Indiana.  By the way, I’m sitting alone in his apartment while he’s out doing his schoolwork.  No problem.  Every day, blogging is what I'll do to pass the time.  Along with preparing for my gig when I get back to Boston.

My dream:

I’m picking at my teeth, noticing that there’s a small, sharp area on one of them.  I go to the bathroom and notice a hole in the bottom front tooth where the permanent retainer is (it actually broke recently!) and run out in front of the people in the living room.  I distinctively remember Dad, Whit and a girl being there but there are a lot more I don’t remember.  They are gathered around me in a wide semicircle.  The girl is the nearest to me, to the left.  She’s a girl I’m interested in.  I don’t think at first that she is there and whisper to myself, “I really like Emily”.  Then I see her to the left of me (there is not an actual Emily that I like – I fabricated her in my dream) and am scared that she heard what I had said.  I announce to everyone, “I think I’m missing some of my teeth!  Well, there’s a hole in one of them!”  I put my hands up to my mouth and suddenly a big molar and a couple little teeth land in my hand.  People gasp and hold back their laughter.  I’m devastated that people think this was funny even though in a movie it would be funny.  Cause I did just say, “I THINK I’m missing SOME of my teeth!” which was incredibly understated.  I freak out and more teeth pile into my bowl of clenched hands.  I move my jaw to make sure that this is actually happening and it feels like there are only three or four  teeth left.  Dad looks at me and starts messing with me.  “Stoddy, there is a specialist that I know who would be happy to help you…” continuing with almost sensible things but saying them in a mocking voice, like a James Bond character or something.  I yell at him that this isn’t funny at all and Whit stops me, “Stoddard, he’s just making things easier!”  And so on.  Yeah, a nightmare complete with public humiliation and deterioration.  Not fun.

I took a shower this morning and was thrilled by the showerhead’s power.  It felt as though a thousand cartoon needles were massaging every corner of my body.  Very nice.  But then I ran into a dilemma after coming out of the shower.  A towel had fallen on the ground without me noticing it.  Now, in the circumstances of being a guest at another apartment, the worst thing that can happen is this very thing.  Especially when there is not a washer and dryer in the apartment and it is raining hard outside.  The first thought that goes through your mind is, “Oh no, I should pick that up,” but then you realize the paradox.  If you hang it up again, the owner of the towel will not know that it had recently been on the floor, now covered in small hairs, dirty water and whatever else grows in the grout between tiles.  In essence, you are deceiving them.  This action you will have to secretly regret, since they will probably never find out that they dirtied themselves up because of something you did.  The other option is to keep the towel on the floor to avoid towel deception.  This move will blow up in your face immediately because the owner will come trotting in and think that you had used their towel, leaving it on the floor afterwards like an insensitive jerk.  That or they will assume you knocked theirs off the hook and were too lazy to pick it up but forget to realize the consequences that would have ensued for their own hygiene if you had in fact did that.  So there really is no way out in this situation.  In my case, I hung it up.  I could just tell Whit what happened to rid him of the deception entirely. 

In other stories, I just heard the biggest thunder strike I have heard in years.  And immediately following it, a car alarm went off.  Ooooh, did a car cut in half???  That’s what I kind of hoped.  Speaking of that, yesterday Whit picked me up from the airport and we had a nice long drive since he took us in the wrong direction for a few miles I think haha.  Don’t get me wrong, it was a fun drive and I wouldn’t have asked for it to be shorter.  We talked about music, the funny jokes we have with our roommates, Costa Rican ketchup (it’s pink!), other shit and I told him about a funny-as-fuck event that took place only a few days ealier.  Would you like to hear about it?

I was sitting outside a Berklee building on Thursday, May 6th when a random, not-so-attractive and overweight man with bad teeth came up to me and blurted to my face, “WHATEVER!” in a sarcastic tone.  He followed with a laugh and the statement, “Don’t ever say that, all right?”  I paused and said, “Yeah, ok hahaha.”  He then walked away and told me a very “beneficial” piece of advice: “Stay on track,” laughing afterwards as well.  I humored him by continuing to laugh.  He finished with, “Thanks,” which I assumed was an appreciative thanks for listening to him and tolerating his serious fucked-up-ness.

When we got home, Kevin, Whit and I played a couple rounds of Halo then went out to a restaurant called Scotties where I got a spicy burger, Kevin got a pizza and Whit got a burger too, I believe.  Whit told me to get the waffle fries with cheese on them (nacho cheese to be specific!) and it was AMAZING.  After we got home, we got ready for bed and then we played more halo haha.

Oh and by the way, there was no relation to the thunder strike and the drive with Whit.  I was just trying to link the two topics so I didn’t have a random, one-liner about thunder that didn’t belong, squished between all the other fat paragraphs.

Star (as Kevin, Whit's roommate calls me because in high school, Whit's and my jazz band leader misheard Whit when he mumbled my name, "Stoddard!")