1) I’m living with my mom again (a recent theme in my dreams, which is unusual) and I’m trying to leave the house against her wishes for some reason. I’m also having trouble with my top left canine tooth. It’s hurting and then finally cracks in half. I find out why: there is a huge cavity that basically bored a hole from the center down to the gum like a black tunnel. The other half falls out and I find that I have another tooth growing in behind it. I am perplexed because either I never lost that baby tooth or I have another set growing in. I wonder if more teeth are to follow. Some time later, a heavy fog lays down over the neighborhood as my mom leaves the house, allowing me to sneak out without the neighbors noticing.

2) I’m walking alone down the street of a large city, in what seems to be a neighborhood with a distinct, bohemian feel to it. I am looking for a filmhouse that is showing a documentary about the people who made Jaws. It turns out that they recently came on record saying that they wrote the movie because Jaws was real, and back in the day they were the only people who knew about the shark. Well, I get to a filmhouse that looks like the right place and take my seat. As I look around, I notice that there are a striking number of women in there. In fact, the whole audience was women, and they were all dressed in artsy, pretentious clothing and speaking multiple languages or in really thick accents to try to sound more cultured/exotic (cultural groupies! One of my largest pet peeves in reality) I decide to read a book that I had in my pocket, which I apparently got on my way to the theater. To my dismay, it turns out to be handwritten in huge script so fancy that it is indecipherable. Great, I think, a pretentious book in a pretentious theater filled with pretentious people. I leave for a drink and find that there is one bathroom… the women’s. It hits me: I’m in the local lesbian theater about to inadvertently watch a Lifetime-esque movie for snobby lesbians. Upon this realization, I exit the theater only to find a foggy, empty street.

(Two things of note: the bathroom thing actually did happen to me once. I went to a bar with other prospective med students in St. Louis during the revisit weekend. Something was strange: RuPaul music videos playing, no women, an odd mix of old guys talking to young guys… only when I was the first to get up to pee did I realize that we were in a gay bar: there was only a men’s room. Also, interesting fog theme last night.)