My dream last night had me reaching for my dream dictionary. I dreamt about one of my front bottom teeth crumbling. I spent an age looking at it in the mirror. The dream was so vivid I can still see it. In my dream as in reality I shrugged but I couldn’t stop myself from looking. According to my dream dictionary it’s either a fear of getting old or it’s about a feeling of internal collapse. I don’t fear getting old. It’s a privilege. I am 52yrs old so it’s not like I’m a young thing. I’m wiser than I ever thought I’d be. I’m happy being my age even if I never admit it. The internal collapse thing I’m not so sure about. Things in life change & so must we. I struggle with external stuff that does affect me but that’s because I’m called Mum. I’m the same as every one else. I can go through a whole spectrum of emotions on any given day. I’m happy if I can just hit flat line. School is on a break so the pressure is off me & I am appreciating this time. Dreams come & dreams go. Thankfully reality wakens me up even if it is an hour after my alarm goes off.