On Sunday night, I had a rather interesting dream. I learned in my dream that I've only got a year left to live. I'd more likely be concerned that the dream was prophetic if I had dreamed that I was going to die of something credible, like cancer or a car accident or polar bears, but I somehow can't seem to muster up much concern about dying of tooth decay.
Dream dentist: If you'd only come in earlier, we could have done something to help you. But it's too late now. The decay is irreversible, and you'll be dead within the year.
Dream me: I didn't even know that people could die of tooth decay.
Dream dentist: Well, you're about to find out that they can. And, as you'll discover, it's a rather ignominious way to die.
Let that be a lesson to you all. Go to the dentist, or else.