The climatic part of this dream came when my family was trying to help me with a problem. In the roof of my mouth, under my tongue was a 2 inch tall by 3 inch wide fast growing weed. Anne's and my son Kyle offered to pull it out with pliers moments earlier when it was smaller.
But as it got bigger our son Clayton, a doctor, offered to surgically remove it, and he was getting ready to do that when the dream ended. What might this dream say? That from the Cancer Support Community fund raising dinner Anne and I attended at Kyle's invitation on Sunday night, perhaps I envisioned a cancer growing within me, although during the dream, cancer was never mentioned.
Or the dream may result from my waiting for my dental appointment to have three lower teeth repaired that I have gradually ground down. In any case it felt good to awaken and put that dream behind me.
Dick
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