"But my teeth fell out..."

Things looked better today. I didn't find my Cornell ID but I deactivated my card so no one else can use it and I can still eat at the dining hall with my ghetto voucher slip. I also set up a local, M&T Bank account so I can withdraw cash on campus at the ATM's without paying fees. I was also on top of all my homework and reading since I spent so much time at the library, yesterday. I made it to all my classes on time and actually went to all my classes... I finished my Math Lab extra early... Cheers for being productive!

WOW. I just overheard my hallmates discussing dreams (no, I'm not eavesdropping... I'm doing my art project... eh, procrastinating on my art project since I'm blogging). Amanda just mentioned that if you're teeth fall out in your dreams then it means you're stressed. WOW. A few weeks ago, I woke up to a weirdd dream-- I was walking in the supermarket with my parents when I felt my teeth starting to loosen and fall out. I spat out my teeth and said gummily to my parents, "OMG MY TEETH FELL OUT." But they just glanced nonchalantly and sighed, "So, deal with it."

I remember waking up from my dream because my friend called my cell. Apparently I kept mumbling, "but my teeth fell out." I guess he thought it was real and started freaking out. Oops.
Yo, how metaphorical is that though? Good thing I haven't been having too many more teeth-falling dreams, lately...