Hurray, I still have my teeth

I woke up this morning from a dream in which my teeth were falling out in bloody, pulpy masses. It was absolutely heinous, pretty much in every way. Not only could I see it, but I could actually feel it, the way my bite could no longer fit together because teeth were missing, slowly falling out, twisting out of position. I could taste the iron-blood taste in my mouth. I remember the panic, not only at the pain and my concern for the massive amounts of blood I was losing, but also the thought of what I would look like in dentures, how much I knew the impending dental work would hurt. I know that people commonly have dreams about teeth and that they are usually significant in some negative way, but I can't get over the sensation of the dream itself. Holy crap. Oh, and it was happening at the beach. A gorgeous beach, far from my own doctor and dentist, which I remember thinking about. Weird. 9000.