I’m bisexual, I first had a crush on a girl in 7th grade but blocked it from my brain after she betrayed me and told her parents a huge secret, who immediately told my abusive parents, which happened right before the first time I had this dream. The second time was after I realized that oh shit, I’m queer. It always happens two ways but similar premise:

1 I start dating a girl(that friend originally) and I’m so excited and giddy but my teeth keep getting loose and falling out. I keep putting them back in. Somehow it feels like if anyone knows my teeth are falling out, they’ll hate me. I tell her that my parents aren’t accepting, they can’t know. We have a sleepover and my mom makes pancakes. We go to breakfast and the girl excitedly tells my parents. My parents drop whatever they’re doing and beat the shit out of me. My teeth get knocked out easily and instead of stopping them or helping me, the girl either watches and tells me i deserve it, that I’m disgusting.

2 I meet a group of queer people. I can be completely myself around them, and it’s amazing. We go to this party that looks like a Pride event. The walls are covered in flags and the room is filled with lgbt couples and people on their own. Then my teeth start falling out. I go to the bathroom and try to stick them back in place. Sometimes someone walks in(it’s like a public bathroom) and is like “the fuck are you doing, weirdo?” kinda jokingly. I just make up some excuse and head back to the party. I’m with the group that I met first, which includes an absolutely stunning girl who is just my type. She gets me alone and asks me out. I tell her that I can’t, I have a boyfriend. Then the room gets silent and everyone watches as she hits me and calls me a queerbaiter. I tell her that I’m bi, I’m queer, I count and she hits me again and one of my teeth falls out. The second my tooth hits the floor, I’m rushed. Everyone starts beating me. I thought they were good people. I’m balled up on the floor and they’re yelling that I have to be faking. If I wasn’t faking, why was I dating a man?

I feel like the symbolism is pretty straightforward but I had it again recently and thought I might share.