Last night I dreamed my teeth were glowing

I'm in my own treatment chair, but the overhead light is off — the glow is coming from my own mouth, each tooth a tiny warm bulb. I'm flossing, and the floss turns into this thin silver thread that hums faintly. It felt holy, like a little liturgy of care. Woke up and just stood there in the bathroom, holding my toothbrush like it was a sacred object.