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TEETH FALLING OUT DREAM
Perhaps you are passing to a stage of greater maturity (and are reminded of when you lost your "baby teeth" as a child.) Maybe you are feeling old and decrepit or unattractive, thinking of the possibility of someday losing your teeth. Or perhaps you are subconsciously aware of serious dental problems that could lead to loss of your teeth. Are you overdue for a check up? Maybe you simply feel guilty about your poor dental hygiene. Have you said something(s) that you now regret? If so, maybe it feels as though you had a "loose tongue" and the words just "fell out" of your mouth. Maybe you grind your teeth at night (this phenomenon, called BRUXISM, is quite common) which leads to a strong dream awareness of dental discomfort, which triggers teeth-problems dreams. Perhaps you feel a lack of strength and assertiveness/aggression (there are "no teeth" to your personality). Or perhaps you recently saw, heard, or read something about loose teeth, which made a powerful enough impression to spark a dream.
the teeth on this tool are used for machining and cutting steel and other metals. This cutter is under 3" in diameter.
I guess I have a tooth theme going here. This is a lovely totem at the Burke Museum at the University of Washington.
Hammie turned three last month. He's never had his teeth cleaned or brushed.
Explore November 22,2008 Highest Position #147
Clenching Teeth.
Die mysteriösen Aussagen der problematischen Universität, die Studien verwickeln, entstellen Vertraulichkeiten, die über Sequenzen nachdenken, reimen Wasser fortlaufende Strophen, die Phrasen verändern,
différents passages positions déconcertantes versions forcées à défaut de penser conflations poésie yeux souillés tondeuses vers le bas assauts voûtes bidons satan esprits changeants,
रेसिंग विनोदी जीभ खाली दफ्तरों में फंसे दिमाग के बीमार विचार, बबली टॉलिंग बबलिंग टॉलिंग स्माइल्स, चटपटे दरवाजे खुर, मकड़ियों, मिररिंग मिरर, होफिंग बाउल्स,
saltando poeta cantando inimigos chicoteando consciências lotando caves idiotas caindo pombos motivos queimando bastardos sangrando cortinas gritando obras gaiolas distantes cheias,
乱暴な腐敗した思考不誠実なおもちゃ非道なオオカミ目立った欠点を艶出しする素人目立った欠点をつや消しているアマチュア激しい咳をする運転手知らされた歌今夜驚くべき目的インフルエンザの小競り合い有名な戦争の戦い整理された.
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I figured this shot was a good complement to the columns I shared yesterday. These little guys were quite a bit smaller but they were fun to shoot from a low angle. Hope you're having a great Friday!
My youngest boy lost four teeth in the span of two hours yesterday. After lots of Halloween and Blair Witch jokes, I thought I'd shoot a fun spooky season photo. Here it is!
The machinery inside Sumpter Valley Gold Dredge #3 is all huge. These arcs of steel are several feet in diameter.
An oldie that I've never uploaded!! I wish I could group it where it belongs in the stream, about 4 months ago?
A photo trip to India with Gareth, Frankie and Jarvis.
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i remember when you used to lie through your teeth; you used to lie and say you were fine and i didn't know how to help you because you wouldn't help yourself
About an hour ago I wrote a piece for the local newspapers' Facebook page. There has been recent debate over renovations to our high school and the debate between adults has turned downright hostile. So I wrote on the page about how students are taught not to be "cyberbullies" and yet the ones who chastise them are the ones setting the poor examples by exchanging harsh and negative comments between each other over the internet. Mainly I wanted everyone to be respectful and to know that they're setting a bad example for 17 year olds like me.
That was like an hour ago and the post has blown up with positive attention (i.e. comments, likes, shares) and I feel like people might listen and start being more respectful toward each other. I'm really excited.
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Contax RX / Oscillo-Paragon 75mm f1,9 / Contax Auto Bellows / Fuji Neopan 100SS / R09 1+25 7min
5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth (Official Video)
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Rokinon 50mm T1.5 AS UMC Cine DS Lens for Nikon F Mount
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Makaluapuna Point, Maui, HI
Image made on my Leica CL with Leica Summilux-M 50mm f/1.4 ASPH lens. Shot with Portra 400.
I shivered in my dripping wet fur, holding on to the coin as the rain stopped.
'Okay, now I'm cold,' Cashew said with chattering teeth.
He and the others looked at me hopefully. I knew what they were thinking. The rain cloud had disappeared from the coin, awaiting the next toss.
'No,' I flicked my ears in a firm message. 'I'm not doing that.'
'Go on,' said Cashew. 'What's the worse that can happen? We only got drenched in a sudden downpour. The woodland needed the rain.' He sniffed the air. 'And you do like fresh rain smell. So what's the problem?'
'You want me to flip the coin to see if we can be dry,' I said. 'What if it comes up the other side?'
'We can't possibly get wetter than this,' Cashew laughed. 'Well, maybe if the wolves were here to shake themselves dry.'
'Don't tempt fate, Cashew,' Pistachio warned. He fixed his amber fox eyes on me. 'Though he does have a point.'
'What's the probability of us getting a blow dry from a hot gust of wind?' Brie pondered.
'Very low. Almost impossible,' I sighed.
'Almost possible, but not completely impossible. You can bring a hot wind from the desert,' said Cashew. 'It'll be another experiment.'
I worried a whole universe of things could go wrong, but I did not want to walk around the forest dripping wet.
'I would like us to have a natural blow dry from a warm wind. Just enough to shine our fur and make it feel snuggly,' I said. Pistachio raised his brows. 'Oh, and our blow dry is just that. A simple blow dry. We don't want to end up looking like fluff-balls with our fur standing on end.'
I flipped the coin. 'Heads!' I said.
The coin spun up and then down before settling on my paw. Everyone breathed out in relief when the coin landed heads.
Suddenly I heard a whirring, whining noise, followed by a hot wind. It really was like a giant hairdryer. Warm air swept through the tunnel of trees, down the fern path and on towards the Great Pine. I felt the warmth dry my fur from root to tip until it sparkled.
Just as suddenly the wind stopped. I felt warm, dry and fuzzy all over. All our fur was so snug and soft I wished it could stay like this forever. I glanced at the coin. What was the probability our fur can remain like this all the time?
'Maybe we can have waterproof fur. Like, fur that never gets wet even in the heaviest rain,' I said.
I walked down the path towards the Great Pine, my paw clenched tightly around the coin. I shook the idea out of my head. No, it was silly. All I want is a quiet walk in the woods.
Labneh and Brie tempted me into foraging blackberries. They stuck their paws in, hoping for a big juicy one. Sometimes they found lovely juicy sweet blackberries that burst on the tongue, and other times they found dried, shriveled blackberries full of grit. But soon their mouths were purple with juice.
'See, you didn't need a coin for that,' I said.
'It's really hot here,' said Cashew, fanning himself with his front paws. 'Falafel . . . could you?'
'No,' I said, sharply.
'Oh go on. What's the probability of snow or frost in summer?' Cashew insisted.
'Remember what happened with Maisie's socks? No!' I said.
'Then let's ask for something else,' said Cumin. 'Maybe we can be trillionaires.'
'Yeah, like win a lottery or something,' Acorn said.
'It'll still be fifty-fifty,' Labneh pointed out.
'So, if it comes up tails when we ask for heads, we can always throw again,' Cashew glanced up at the Great Pine tree. 'What is the opposite of a trillionaire?'
I sighed, walking faster to get away from their questions. 'It doesn't matter. I just want a quiet walk in the woods. Trillionaire or not,' I said.
'Fine,' Cashew huffed.
That seemed to be the end of it. I continued on, passing John's wort and the withered remains of rosebay willowherb flowers. A dried foxglove stem bent sorrowfully on the ground. The others gathered and bent their heads in mourning.
'Poor foxgloves,' Cumin whispered. She tugged my paw. 'Falafel, can we have snow and frost? Just a little bit.'
'I'd love to see what snow looks like in summer,' said Brie.
'So would I, but it's too dangerous,' said Labneh. 'Imagine how the plants are going to react. And the squirrels and robins and jackdaws.'
'And us. None of us like the cold,' said Pistachio.
'We could ask for frost and snow in a tiny little area, like here. Imagine skating up and down this path. We can race. Last one's a snowy seagull,' said Cashew. 'Oh go on Falafel. Throw the coin.'
I sensed the coin buzzing in my paw, desperate for another throw. I refused to give in. I was not going to toss the coin for snow. No way. Not ever.
Then Cumin stumbled. Pistachio rushed forward to grab her. Immediately I felt the bump of them falling into me and the coin slipped from my paw. It spun slowly up in the air singing like a wineglass.
'No!' I shrieked.
'Heads!' Cashew said.
I couldn't stop the word rolling off my tongue too. The coin floated towards me and landed on my paw.
'It is heads,' I mumbled.
A little snowflake appeared over the head. I tried to throw the coin again, but my paw was stuck. I heard a crackling, groaning sound, and shivered in a wave of cold air. The ground under my paws felt slippery. Ice crept along the path and up the trunk of the Great Pine. Leaves and blackberries glittered frozen. Tiny icicles hung from pine needles.
'So this is what frost and snow in summer looks like,' said Cashew.
'It's pretty,' said Cumin, shivering in the cold.
'I prefer the warmth,' said Amber.
I agreed. The air was too cold. Our breath froze into snowy white clouds. The frost spread out beyond the path, carpeting the woods, and encased everything it touched in sparkling crystals. Then I saw little ice mushrooms appear. They swelled as they grew, thicker and higher, until they towered over our heads like tree trunks. Marching on and on over the hills.
'A forest of stalagmites,' Pistachio said. 'Falafel. Stop this. It's too much.'
'How?' I cried.
'Just toss the coin like before and ask for something. Anything. Make it rain hot dogs for all I care. Just do it!' Pistachio snapped.
I had never heard Pistachio shout like that. It scared me. With trembling cold hands I tossed the coin and ask for hot dogs. It seemed such a silly thing to ask. How could it possibly rain hot dogs from the sky?
'Tails,' I said, as I felt sure that was the most likely.
The relentless march of the stalagmites paused. The coin settled on my paw and landed tails. Straight away a hot dog appeared in place of the snowflake. The stalagmites began to melt. The woods looked like summer again.
'So how does it rain hot dogs?' I pondered.
'Falafel, you didn't?' Cashew said, trying to hold back his laugh. 'You were meant to just ask for hot dogs. Pistachio wasn't serious about the rain part. You could have just asked for a delivery or a food truck.'
'Oh,' I felt my cheeks blushing.
'Falafel, when you asked for hot dogs. You did mean those sausages right? Not an actual dog that's hot,' Brie whispered.
'I hope they're vegan hot dogs,' said Labneh, licking her fennec fox lips. 'I'm hungry.'
'So, how does it rain hot dogs again?' I said with a whisker twitch.
'Look!' said Cumin, pointing up.
A huge cargo plane roared across the sky. Little dots and boxes fell out the open back, clustered around a white parachute. They looked like a swarm of bees plummeting towards the woods.
The little dots took shape, the swarm growing larger and closer. Thousands of hot dogs in baguettes suddenly rained down, bouncing off the path, splattering mustard and ketchup everywhere.
'Heads up! Watch out!' called a voice over our heads.
A parachuting royal corgi touched down on the path next to the Great Pine. He unbuckled his parachute and came lolloping this way, hot dogs falling around him. Sweltering in the summer heat.
'Looks like you chaps and chapettes are in a spot of bother,' the corgi said with a salute. 'The name's Monty. Agent Monty of MI6. At your service.'
Hot dogs and a hot – dog. It seemed the coin had given us both.
Snuggles from Falafel, Cashew, Acorn, Pistachio, Amber, Campion, Shishky and Labneh.