Flossing as a prayer before sleep

I have this recurring dream where I'm standing in a bathroom made of mother-of-pearl, and the floss in my hands glows faintly. Each tooth I glide between feels like a tiny bell chiming. I wake up with a clean mouth and a strange peace. Weird, I know, but I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something about the sacredness of caring for the small things.