I dreamt that I was brushing my teeth while walking down a busy street. It reminded me of Westbourne Grove in London. I did not have my electric brush with me. The old toothbrush felt funny in my hand. But everyone around me was dumbfounded by what I was doing. “Disgusting,” one woman hissed as she strutted past me. “Yuck,” growled a man when he saw what I was doing. “Look,” one youngster pointed me to another, “he’s drooling!” Indeed, some of the toothpaste mixed with saliva was dropping on the sidewalk from time to time, but I was still surprised by such strong reactions. The street was not the best place to brush your teeth, all right, but it was surely not so very disgusting. And so I kept doing what I was doing in spite of all the hoopla. I was still brushing my teeth when I woke up in the middle of the night. “Disgusting, my ass,” I mumbled and turned around in bed. Soon enough, I was asleep again.