I had a dream last night that all my teeth fell out. I kept spitting them out, and there were hundreds of them. When I woke up, I wasn't sure I had any teeth. My mouth felt all weird, and I was trying to feel my teeth with my tongue. Mike assured me that I still had all my teeth. This isn't the first time I've had this dream, and it's always disturbing. Once I fully woke up and realized I was truly in possession of all my teeth, I spent a full five minutes just thanking God for my teeth. One of those things that's very easy to take for granted.