Last night I flossed my teeth and the thread turned into light

I keep having these half-dreams where dental routines turn into quiet rituals — floss becomes this glowing thread, mouthwash tastes like something sacramental, and everyone I meet keeps whispering about their molars. It's a little strange, but maybe it's just my brain turning ten years of work into a soft liturgy. Anyone else dream about teeth in a way that feels almost holy?