So, I forgot to tell you, but I had the string dream last week again. Forgettable circumstances.
And then, last night I had another one. This time, the string was coming from a tiny hole right behind my top two front teeth. By "top two" I mean literally the top two. Not my favorite two teeth. Although if I had to pick my favorite teeth, it would probably also be those two.
For the first time ever, I tried to cut the string with a pair of scissors. I knew it wouldn't totally solve the problem, but if I could cut it close enough so that it wouldn't be that noticeable to my tongue, I would have been fine with it. Of course, it was really hard to cut the string and for the most part, I didn't succeed. The string would fold horizontally along with the blades so it wouldn't cut. It was a similar feeling to when I was a young left-handed child attempting to use right-handed scissors.
There was also another sub-plot where a bunch of friends and I were running up the stairs of a 26 story building try to figure out why each level seemed so "dream-like." There was a narrator who was trying to convince us that it was a dream and that in order to wake up, we needed to jump off the building. No fucking way, dude! I wound up waking up by simply sleeping enough.
The narrator/kill yourself storyline was inspired by a popular television series with a title based on a popular "glam rock" song name. I won't tell you which show/song it was because it might spoil it if you ever decide to check it out.
This was not a cry for help. I'm fine!!!
Neverending String Dream Tally 2008: 6
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