Woke up from a dream about a cathedral of teeth

Last night I dreamed I was walking through this vast, glowing cathedral made entirely of polished enamel. The pews were rows of molars, and the light filtered through stained-glass incisors. I felt this overwhelming sense of peace, like I was performing a sacred ritual just by being there. It was weirdly beautiful, not scary at all. I guess that's what happens when you spend your days thinking about oral health—even your dreams start to reflect it.