I dreamed flossing turned into a tiny glowing service

I'm kneeling in a chapel made of enamel, and instead of prayers everyone is flossing—soft little arcs of light between each tooth, humming while they do it. Nobody's in pain, nobody's bleeding. It's just... reverence. When I woke up I actually felt peaceful, which is funny, because I'm usually the one reminding people flossing is just maintenance, not a ritual.