Today I was running on the treadmill and I noticed that I have a tooth with a toothache. I remembered going to the dentist and the dentist saying that all of my teeth are fine, so I thought it must be nothing. Then I suddenly wasn't sure if I've been to the dentist recently at all - in fact, I think I'm due to go for my 6 month check up. So I thought that it must have been a dream about the dentist saying my teeth look fine.

I got off the treadmill and told my husband that my tooth hurt and that I had a dream that I went to the dentist and he said my tooth is okay, but I just realized that it was a dream so I guess I need to go to the dentist.

H looked at me all quizzically and said "Are you okay? It seem like lately you haven't been able to tell the difference between dreams and reality".

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! He's right. I feel crazy.