Floating molars and a city of clean smiles

Last night I dreamed I was walking through a city where everyone's teeth were little glowing lanterns, and the streets hummed with the sound of brushing. I kept trying to hand out floss but it turned into ribbons of light, and the houses were shaped like canines and molars. It felt less like a worry and more like a blessing—like the whole town had decided teeth were their small, quiet religion.