Last night, I dreamt that I found a tooth on the floor with some fleshy gum still attached. I somehow figured out that it belonged to my friend, Steve Peters. When I returned it to him, he came up close to me and whispered into my ear, “If you wear tighter underwear, your butt won’t jiggle so much.” I’m pretty sure the dream tooth stemmed from my own cracked tooth I’ve been dealing with recently. Why on Earth does dream Steve want me to have a tighter looking ass? NO CLUE.