Dentist Dramas

I dreamed last night that my sister and I had gone to the dentist, who just happened to be the operations manager for Xerox Supplies, my boss's boss, Jane. She was very perky as she took our x-rays and checked our teeth. I told her about some problems I'd had with a filling, and she looking at my teeth.

"You must floss!!" she bellowed, leaping on me.

Pinned, my mouth was forced open and she began to brutalize me with floss that felt as sharp as steel wool. She was jamming it between my teeth, and sliding it back and forth with same kind of force one would use to start a bonfire with friction alone. I was bleeding and crying, and still she wouldn't stop.

When I woke up, my mouth hurt. Weird.

posted by Lisa at 11:26 AM |