Upon entering the BART station this morning I remembered part of my strange dream last night. "I" or my perspective was in the station with a group of people waiting on a train when this tiny little ball of a baby--like a bouncy, fleece-covered sausage--was dropped onto the platform. The baby/sausage rolled across the yellow safety strip and onto the tracks. This baby was TINY and didn't seem to have any limbs.

My tooth fell out and cracked into three pieces. I tried to carry it around in my hand, in my pocket, in a little satchel, but again and again it grew thinner and smaller and lost. People stepped on it, it got covered in dust, fell behind things and in cracks. This happened in a dream.

I feel pale and in need of meat and bread.