Weird Dream

Yesterday was a special day. Why was it special? Well, I pulled out all my teeth, one by one, slowly and thoroughly. I would hold a freshly extracted piece of what a moment ago had been an integral part of me and study it for a while, thinking about a meaning of life, the universe, and my place in it.

There was no pain and I rather experienced a kind of devine pleasure that verged on total, overwhelming exstasis.

When the last tooth was put on the shinning surface of the metalic trey in front of me, I, all of the sudden, felt lonely and abandoned. The teeth were neatly arrayed and it seemed that they didn't feel lonely at all. Their neatness and solemn silence pised me off and I started to stick them back. But it didn't work. They didn't want to stay.

It took me a while to reconcile myself with the loss. When I calmed down a strange idea crossed my mind: Sometimes we make irreversible steps.