Last night I dreamed my teeth were little lanterns

I'm standing in a dark hallway and when I smile, my teeth glow soft yellow like old streetlights, one by one. I keep running my tongue over them to count them, and each one lights up the next. No pain, no falling out—just this quiet warm light coming from somewhere inside me. Woke up and brushed my teeth kind of reverently, like I was taking care of a small flame.