Thursday, June 17, 2010

Slide into a Western

I'm with a couple of people from work. We're hiking through this wooded area. There is this rock/cliff thing that we are walking along. It's really narrow across the top with steep sides, so essentially it's a long way down on either side. There is this large, flat rock platform that we are standing on. It starts to shift and then it falls off one of the sides, with us on it.

Now off of the big rock, we tumble and slide through the pine needles on the forest floor.

Suddenly we're at this town that looks like it's right out of the 1800's western era. It's night time and everything is closed. We go into oen of the buildings. I realize that my tooth is lose.

I turn to one of the co-workers I'm with and ask, "Is it okay to have a lose tooth and not be like, seven?"

Then he says, "Maybe you should see the doctor?"

I walk into the doctor's office. There are about six men sitting around the table, just talking. I mention that my tooth is lose and the doctor (who kinda looks like the doctor from the episode "The Empty Child" from the show Doctor Who....the medical doctor not the doctor Doctor) I open my mouth and he pulls on my tooth.

I'm expecting him to pull it out, which I don't want, but instead he just pulls off the silver cap on my tooth, which I apparently have. I'm relieved that I still have all my teeth. The doctor wants to fix my silver cap in the morning, but I tell him I'm fine without it.

Then I meet up with the rest of the people and we leave.

The end (of the dream).

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