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Dreams:

My father gave me a stash of coins which was really a big bucket, and told me to count them and keep them with me.
He then proceeded to pour a vinaigrette over coins and toss them about like you would a salad, and this hardly perturbed me. I looked on at this dressing of the coins as the most normal thing in the world, but developed cold feet when it came to counting coins because there were some with fluted edges that said 2, which meant these coins weren't meant to be added but subtracted.
And to think there was a bucket of 'em. I told my dad I wouldn't do it and I've no need for so many coins either, and as I mouthed these words I felt something odd going about with my teeth.
Repairing to the bathroom I saw that my teeth were loose in the sockets and thus crooked.
Oh dear, I looked about for a good toothbrush and toothpaste, but the only ones available were old and bristly.

Finally I found an electric toothbrush that was more like a drilling machine, and I found an almost empty tube of 'dant Kanti' toothpaste, and proceeded to torture my gums.

I woke up for a minor second and realized with a sigh of relief that it was but a dream.