I had a really fucked-up dream early this morning.
I had a dream that I was at the Academy Awards. I was Katie Holmes' personal assistant, and I was there to accept an award on her behalf. Peter Boyle was the presenter of the award, some lifetime achievement thing. I was wearing a champagne-colored dress. Manny was sitting next to me. I had a really painful loose tooth - my top left canine. It was bugging the shit out of me, and I kept poking at it with my tongue. Right as Peter Boyle motioned for me to come up onto the stage to accept Katie's award, I yanked the tooth out of my mouth. I had to - it hurt so bad. The pain was gone, but I was afraid there would be blood everywhere. Manny looked at me and said, "No blood! You look perfect, and no one will ever notice!"
And then I woke up. The dream felt so real that I actually had to check when I woke up to see if my tooth was still there.