Freudian Slip-Up

Can anyone who reads this interpret dreams? I've been having some very odd ones, lately. You've probably read my chronicle of the hand in the beer, in a Victorian pub in Narnia. Well, here comes another.

I'm a pirate captain, standing on the bow of a galleon. I take a swig from a dirty bottle. All of a sudden, a feel a movement in my mouth, and it bizarrely feels as if I've stuffed it with cotton wool. That's right - in my dream, I can feel my mouth shifting about. And, not only that, but I can feel everything that follows.
I lean forward and retch into my hand - and my teeth just plop out into it. I can feel them sliding out of my mouth, too - and it's not as if they all came out one by one, they all came out joined together, complete with lower jaw. A half-second later, my top teeth come out also, although not in a whole lump - they come out as the top part of my jaw, split into two or three pieces, and a few loose teeth. They sit in my palm, grey and decayed, almost smiling up at me.
Having only one tooth left in your gums, it's very weird feeling your teeth missing. Bizarrely, I could still move my mouth as normal, despite the lack of any jaw to speak of. I can still feel that sensation even now. Extremely odd. Imagine having a large, thin slice of orange in your mouth, and pushing it out with your tongue, and feeling the sensation as it pushes past your lips. Something like that.
I walk down to the galley. Another pirate nods a hello to me as I move past him. Again - as with the hand in the beer - I am completely unphased by holding my entire jaw in my hand, it having just slid out of my mouth for no reason.
I get down to the feast, look around, and everyone is tucking into their meal of roast meat. And I have no teeth to eat it with.


The best thing is that I have these dreams, and can remember them. I've also had the most kickass idea for a book, again, through a differetn dream. I love when that happens.