Dude, where's my teeth?

Date: 10/20/2016

When I looked in the mirror, one of my teeth looked discoloured - a grey/blackish colour...as though the enamel had completely warn down, leaving an almost translucent tooth. I panicked... scrambling to pick up different toothpastes that might make my tooth go back to its original colour, but when I looked back in the mirror, my front teeth were gone. I looked down in the sink to find a pile of dentures, but I had no idea which one was mine...or if any would fit. Next scene; with all my original teeth back where they belonged, I found myself walking past two work men cooing over this massive auburn-haired orang-utan...when they looked over at me, they said I had some creature, that I had never heard of, in the laundry basket I was carrying. I looked down, expecting a large animal, to find a tiny caterpillar on top of my heap of clothes. Next scene; I was in my mums front garden, when some older lady - I didn't recognise - barged in and started complaining that my mum's plants were an eyesore - even though looked perfectly fine to me - lovely, in fact! My mum came out of her house and asked what all the fuss what about, and I tried to explain that the lady had suggested that there were more pleasing places to put her climber plant. Then next thing I remember, is the bossy lady vanishing but leaving behind a pram with a baby inside. I remember looking into the pram and thinking "but I don't want anymore children!"