Your tongue brushes against the back of your teeth and something has changed. There is movement. Your fingers confirm it. Then in an instant the rogue tooth falls and you spit it into your hand. But this isn’t the end. As you lay in bed you realize several are loose. Blood mixed with saliva suddenly fills your mouth. You sit up, mortified. It appears you are losing all of your teeth at once.
This was my nightmare as a young wife and it had nothing to do with poor dental hygiene or drug use. At twenty I was all but washed up. My Japanese husband had confessed that he was attracted to pre-teen girls; a preference normalized by his culture and supported by the lack of laws to protect children from predators.
That vivid nightmare fooled me over and over. I thought everyone had the same dream. It is strange that more than thirty years later I feel younger now than I felt then.