My Teeth!

Today, I took a nap.
During my nap I dreamed that my teeth were falling out.
Falling out at the slightest touch.
I was bleeding from the mouth.
Aaron "dropped me off" at the dentist.
I stood in the waiting room, bleeding from the mouth with about 20 teeth in my cupped hands.
A man said, "You'll be okay, we'll be right with you."
I was bawling.
Bawling.
I woke up to Aaron calling me on the phone but I couldn't answer because I was out of breath.
I was; I was out of breath!

I was reading my book.
My phone notified me of an e-mail.
The e-mail had been long awaited.
The e-mail was from the school at which I interviewed for a teaching position.
The e-mail said that they no longer had an opening because the other teachers each decided to pick up an extra class period.

My teeth were falling out,
I STILL don't have a real job,
and I don't see any hope of having one soon.
I kind of really want to cry.