With a title like that, it must have been a dream. In the few hours of sleep last night I managed to loose my bottom teeth, have an entire police department looking for me and somehow end up in space to essentially attach a bungie cord to a space ship so that it could drift inside of a nebula and then get sling shotted back. (Apparently the nebula answered questions while you were in it, but it told me I was not ready to know and then the bungie cord tightened and we were on our way out before any more questions could be answered.)
While the po po's were in pursuit on the ground, I was in some house that was protecting me. They knew what I had done but felt that somehow it was justified and that they would be my safe harbor. I get the sense that I was younger than I am in real life and that one of the guys there was my best friend. (No way to confirm that)
In the mirror I noticed that one tooth on the bottom row was very much out of place and when I went to go see if it was loose and pushed on it with my finger, the whole front row of teeth moved up from the pressure I was exerting.
What was the question I asked?
What did I do to be a fugitive?
Why were my teeth misaligned?
I may never know the answers. (Until my next sleep)
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
