I dreamed I was flossing the moon's teeth

Strange dream last night. I'm floating in space with this giant piece of floss, and the moon has actual teeth — rough, pockmarked, with bits of cosmic debris stuck between them. I'm gently working the floss around each crater, and it's the most peaceful I've ever felt. No urgency, no timer, just me and the moon's quiet mouth. Woke up with my hands still making that little arc motion.