I have had enough dreams about my teeth falling out to recognize when I’m having one, as I am having it. I had one such dream last night. It was a doozy. It involved a lot of blood, which is very uncommon among my fantastical tooth-losing adventures. It also involved a cat, and somehow, the cat was directly correlated with the catastrophe happening in my mouth. She was staring at me, her nose inches away from mine, and I was pulling teeth out of my mouth, strung together like candy necklaces. Way too many teeth. Way more teeth than I actually have. The experience lacked any sense of pain whatsoever, nor did it affect my usually weak stomach even slightly. In fact, it felt more like I was scooping the seeds out of pumpkin. But the pumpkin was my mouth.
Are you throwing up right now? Sorry about that. I have heard that dreaming about any dental catastrophes – teeth falling out, crumbling, feeling loose – all boil down to the same issue: lack of or fear of lack of control. About three minutes deep into it, my dream self thought, “Oh, right. This is a dream. Hm. In what ways do I feel out of control in my life?” I then realized I could probably do this soul searching while awake, without the Pearly Whites Parade marching past my lips, so I decided to wake up. And I did.
What about the cat? I don’t have a cat. In fact, I’m not usually a fan of cats. If there’s ever a question of cats vs. dogs, I will always choose dogs. But this cat didn’t seem like just any cat. She knew me. There was someone behind those eyes that I recognized, and I can’t place who it was. Any ideas what this could mean?
I could use some Jungian insight right about now. It might help to know that I’ve found myself at a precipice in my life on which I never expected I’d be balancing. Over the last month, I’ve had so many curveballs thrown at me that my body is black and blue. I must confess this to be the reason why I haven’t written in over a month.
I apologize.
Rest assured: I’m back. In truth, this little blog may benefit me more than ever at this point. My love affair with food, my play time with words, and the warmth of your comments could very well be my power cord.
Please stay plugged in.
I’ll feed you if you do.
And I won’t tell you about any more gory nightmares.
Creamy Seaweed Salad
1 cup dried wakame
1/3 cup chopped scallions
1/2 cup chopped celery
3-4 Tbsp raw macadamia butter, cashew butter, or tahini
2 Tbsp coconut aminos
1 Tbsp lemon juice
1Tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 cup filtered water
sesame or hemp seeds for sprinkling (optional)
1) Place dried wakame in filtered water. Mix until all pieces of wakame are wet. Allow to sit in water for 5-10 minutes to absorb.
2) Add remaining ingredients. Mix well.
3) Allow flavors to meld in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours.
