We made a family pilgrimage to Wales so dad could have a final visit to where his ancestors came from.
We spent the day at a library in Cardiff named after one of dad's great-great grandfather's, John Llewellyn Jones, where a magnificent military display was going on in the library's courtyard where men and women were wearing elaborate navy blue and white formal uniforms with dark blue helmets and grandiose white plumage marched in formation to the pounding cadence of the marching band.
Later, we all met up at a charming old inn where we enjoyed lunch though we had a difficult time reading the menu and understanding the staff as everything was in Welsh.
Back at our hotel, I came into my parents' suite to say goodnight when I suddenly felt what appeared to be a loose tooth.
Reaching inside my mouth I pulled out a tooth from the lower right side of my mouth and showed it to my mother.
Just then, I felt another loose tooth and retrieved that one, becoming more and more concerned.
One by one I kept removing teeth from my mouth, eventually falling to my knees crying out in agony.
Realizing it was all a dream, I kept telling myself to wake up, screaming "Wake up, wake up, it's just a dream" over and over again to no avail.
My father, who was tall and slender and in robust health started walking towards me as I kept screaming "Wake up, wake up."
Then I woke up.
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