Dream, May 1990

Most of this dream was unremarkable, except for one thing. At some point during it, I was grinding and clenching my teeth. I eventually ground them so hard that one of my molars cracked, and four pieces fell out. Freaked the hell out of me.

Later on I remember going with Dave into someplace that vaguely resembled the South Street Seaport. I walked around it while he was waiting for something, and I saw one pizza place that was selling single slices for $3.15 each. A little further back there was a candy cart of some sort that had Milky Ways in different flavors. Odd.