Last night I woke up in a sort of half-dreaming panic because I felt like something was wrong with my mouth… like something was missing. I felt around for all my teeth, double checked that my tongue was there, and then thought perhaps it was my face and not my mouth that didn’t feel right. I felt around on my face, and then, in a sudden jolt of urgency, sat straight up and gasped, “My mustache!”
I then awoke completely due to the rush of adrenaline, and realization that I had just transformed into a state of panic, not because I had a mustache in my dream, but because it was missing.
