It’s happened at least yearly for at least twenty years. I dream my teeth are falling out. One by one—slowly at first and then faster and faster. It varies how the dreams begin but they always end the same; I am panicked and helpless, fleeing, ashamed, unable to speak. My teeth loosen into my mouth so fast by the end that I only have time to spit my molars on the ground and run, retreat. My gums get more and more slippery. I lose the ability to talk because I start slobbering too much. I feel desperately in trouble and alone. If I’m lucky, this feeling lasts for hours after I wake up. If I’m less lucky, like a malaise, it sticks around for days.