Decay Tour

The last dream I had should be a ride at Disneyland. I dreamt I was slowly drifting through my mouth. I must have been shrunk very small, but that would still leave the issue of how I could be floating within my own mouth. Contemplate that over your breakfast.

I couldn't choose the path I took, it was as if I were riding on invisible rails. The teeth (my teeth) I saw were yellowed and speckled with brown abcesses. At one point I took a hard left, toward the teeth and as I continued on I realized I was headed directly toward a particular tooth and a particular hole in that tooth.

I slowly drifted through it; the tooth was so badly decayed as I entered I could see back out to my mouth through several additional holes in the tooth. Inside it was black, cragged peaks, like a charred mountainscape.

I floated back out the tooth through the top, rising slowly like a half-filled helium balloon. As I gained perspective I realized the tooth I had just been through was not unique. All the teeth in my mouth were like it - yellowed, cratered, perforated by decay.