Packing for this weekend, and simultaneously packing for my move to New Hampshire next week. Came home early from work and napped. Dreamt of breaking a tooth - something feels funny in the dream and when I push my tongue up against my front tooth, it breaks and crumbles in my mouth and I am spitting out tooth fragments like plaster. I call the dentist but they don't believe it's an emergency and can't fit me in before I'm due to depart for residency. I wake up, and it's all I can do from stopping myself from looking in the mirror to reassure myself it was a dream. It's 5:30 when I wake up.

Later K comes home and I tell him about the tooth dream. He suggests that I'm holding some anxiety about something stopping me from going next week. Hmmm....