Spitting out teeth

Another dream:
There was much more content,
But importantly,
I was at my job
My boss
(Who was not really my boss)
Had just refused to hug me back
And my teeth began to fall out.
I hurry to the back
and spit them into a ... something
Toilet-sink combo
It is as if I spat out a mouthful of corn.
I try to clean up around the edges but fail.
The store where I work is so unfamiliar outside the breakroom.
My soul is all twisted up and upset
And I say, hey - I never spit out teeth when I'm awake! Only in dreams!
And I desperately pound the dismal walls of the room crying "let me wake up! "

And guess what?

I woke up. In my bed, I sighed relief.
Banana Republic was no longer selling cosmetics and fragile vases in dimly-lit rooms.
It no longer had a strange graffiti-lined hallway with restrooms for rowdy guests.
I had all my teeth.

And I was becoming worthy of Inception.

Next I want my brain to recognize that I'm dreaming when I'm unable to control my movements or to stop moving. Uncontrollable spinning and swooping is unpleasant and to wake from it and experience stillness would give me a huge sense of relief and a growing sense of power.

It's true that I spend a lot of time asleep, but for me sleeping can be hard work.