The plan was simple; get a sound night’s sleep and go to work a little early in order to get a good run at a busy day. Things were not the best when I went to bed with half a headache; you know the kind, not a full blown headache but sort of a nagging pain at the back of your head. Anyway I figured that I would be able to sleep it off. Unfortunately after tossing and turning for about three and a half hours I finally admitted defeat and went downstairs to get something for the half headache that had turned into a raging headache. A glass of milk and two nurofen later and I was back upstairs and more than ready to surrender to some good old sleep. Thankfully I got to sleep fairly quickly but I had mental dreams and when I woke up four hours later I remembered one of them vividly. In the dream I had broken a tooth (badly). This dream coupled with the fact that I haven’t been to the dentist in a while is making me a bit paranoid. I mean sure I don’t have a toothache at the moment but is my dream trying to warn me to get them checked out. Could they be silently rotting away unbeknownst to me despite the fact that I brush them regularly? Maybe I just need to find a new dentist…