What are tooth dreams about?

I have been seeing this guy for about a month, and we’ve been spending a lot of time together. Thing is, we started off as friends and then ended up hooking up. Says he doesn’t think he’s able to be in a relationship. This past week he was at my place twice in a week. Hooked up, next night he stayed over. I had a dream that I turned over in bed and he was asleep with his mouth kind of open. I looked and saw that his top teeth were rotten - like black. About to fall apart, mostly missing already. I rubbed my eyes, looked away and looked back thinking I was just imagining things. When I looked back, they were still like that.

Anyone here that could give me some insight on what this could mean? I mentioned some details of our situation in case that would be helpful.

It’s been stressing me out because I’m at the point where I’m not sure if it was a dream or not.

I was in my kitchen. It was like, midnight. The wood door was open, leaving the screen door. There was a creature outside. Mangled, skinny, at least 14 feet tall, it’s left arm was bitten off, and so were three fingers on its right hand. It had open wounds all over its body. And there were tally marks scratched into its skin. As it focused on me, it took one of its claws and carved another tally mark into its skin. It was a rotting, torn apart... thing. It smelled of Death. It smelled like a decaying body, like blood. It was a Wendigo. Why was there a Wendigo in my backyard? It made a sound. A hiss mixed with a raspy growl. Like if you mixed an alligator with a cat with a lion. My chest felt tight, my vision got blurry, and my breathing became labored. Yet, I opened the door and stepped out. The Wendigo seemed excited at the mere sight of me. It just stared at me with those empty sockets, before reaching out with whatever was left of its hand, and stroked my cheek. It was surprisingly gentle. Why was it so gentle? It kept on circling me. Examining me, occasionally reaching out to touch me. For fuck’s sake that sound, and smell. It smelled like Death. So much. After a few minutes of it just examining me, and making that sound, it looked me in my eyes. And smiled, or bared its teeth. I couldn’t tell which. Then it picked me up, slinging me over its shoulder. For such an aggressive action, it was still gentle. As if it was scared I was glass, and that I would break at the slightest touch. It sprinted, faster than I thought possible. It jumped over fences and cars. Until it reached its destination. The woods behind the school. It smelled even worse than the wendigo. Like..bodies. And I quickly found out why. There **were** decaying bodies. **Everywhere**. I recognized one. Alyssa. It **had** to be Alyssa. It’s hard to mistake hair of that color when I have no ginger friends. For fuck’s sake, her body. It was so *damaged*. Covered in blood, some wounds still dripping blood. I think she was still alive, just waiting for Death to come. I walked towards her, but the Wendigo put itself between me and her body. It made that same sound. That hissing/growling rasp of anger. So, me, not wanting to die, backed up. It just kept on examing me, touching me. Its favorite part of me seemed to be my face. Specifically my cheek, and my jaw. It’s been muttering the same words this whole time. But only at this point had I realized what it said, *“ You are like me. I am like you. You are me. I am you.”* Its voice. Its voice was strange. Calming, yet terrifying. Smooth, yet raspy. It sent shivers up my spine. It repeated those words over and over and over again. Then it hugged me. I already had blood on me from all its touches. But now I was drenched. It fucking hugged me. Why? When it pulled away, it looked sad, yet happy. It looked at me like I was a mirror. Or its child. All of a sudden, my chest got tight again. My vision getting blurry again. My breathing getting heavier again. Then I woke up, panting. And with a pinched nerve in my arm. Not only did my arm feel numb, my body felt weird. I felt...**dirty**, used. But I don’t know why. I know one thing though, I never want to sleep again, or whatever the fuck that was. Of course, though, I passed out the next day and had another disturbing dream which I might post on here too

I’m sure this is a very common one, however I have this dream at least 2 to 3 times a week. My teeth are falling out, first it starts with one being loose and then I just pull it out and then another is loose so I have no choice but to pull it out and then it’s all of them. I hate it, what does this mean??? I feel like Google isn’t very helpful or accurate with the answer.

This may sound like a very stupid question, but it is in fact very serious. Monday morning I had really disgusting dream about pulling out a tooth and a really huge ramification of veins came out with it. I pushed it back with all of the veins then really gross dots started to appear inside my mouth. I had no issue that day, but from Tuesday I'm having random flashes to that dream during the day, no matter how busy I am. It kills my mood, it makes my stomach turn upside down, I lose focus, and the tooth I pulled in the dream starts to itch. I never had a dream so gross that is haunting me even days later.

Anyone else had this problem before? I'm not sure how long it will continue, but I'm hoping that talking about it may help in getting over it faster, this solved other kinds of problems in the past.

So the dream began with me lying on my left side in my bed with my blanket partially over my face. I could see some of the wall in front of me and the window on the wall to the left. I could feel a presence in the room and was frozen, but couldnt really move. That's what makes me think it was a night terror. Then I could hear rough whispering from a man that I couldnt make out.

Then he said something like "you stay there nice and quiet while I go take care of your family and nothing will happen to you." I was frozen in a cold sweat, I could feel my teeth grinding together and my eyes welling up with tears. All i could do was stare at the wall in front of me and couldnt really focus on that.

I thought to myself something like, "i really thought I'd behave much differently in a situation like this. This man is going to come back and even if he kills me i can warn my family upstairs." I surged with courage and adrenaline, but all I could do was stick one arm out from under the covers slowly and I touched the man's hand. He moved it and I tried so hard to grab it again and his fingers slipped through mine. It was like I was trying to sit up in cement, but i managed to and watched him climb the stairs from my room to the upstairs. (Just like the actual layout of my room) i stood and followed him, again so slowly, and then I screamed and screamed and screamed.

That was when my dad came running down the stairs and I was standing there in a tshirt screaming and crying. I told him I'd had a nightmare and we both went back to bed.

When I laid down I blinked my eyes and I was actually awake. Staring at the wall with my arm outstretched off the bed like I'd been reaching. I'd never actually stood at the bottom of the stairs screaming, yet it had felt so real.

Was this a night terror with a possible out of body experience? What does a dream like this mean?