I am not having a great day. I think this is due, in part, to a dream I had last night: Something about going back to the scene that I'd witnessed some big trauma... I think some kind of shooting, and it was some sort of hallway-ish/classroom-ish/waiting room-ish type place. There were a lot of other people around but I was alone -- I don't really remember, it's really blurry and unclear, but the one completely lucid part of it was that I had three loose teeth that had somehow been knocked around when I was running(?) from the initial incident. I remember *exactly* what it felt like to move them around with my tongue, and exactly where they were in my mouth (my left front tooth and the two eyeteeth on the bottom). Very odd, especially because I have been blessed with NOT having loose teeth for any reason since I was whatever age you're supposed to have loose teeth. Hm, wonder what this means... wonder what teeth symbolize in dreams...