Last night I dreamed my teeth were little candles

I'm standing in a dark chapel and everyone is flossing in unison, and when they lift the floss it glows like a filament. My own teeth are little candles, each one burning steady and warm, and I'm terrified to smile too hard because I don't want the flame to go out. I woke up and ran my tongue across my molars just to check they were still just teeth.