Perhaps there is creativity to me yet...
Last night I had the oddest dream. I recall a large number of disjointed images and occurrences, but the one that stands out the most is this: I walked into a room where a young man was the center of attention. I want to say his name was Tyle (you think that's weird; a girl in the dream was named Kamanthy. God save my poor future children!). Tyle was holding some strange-looking jelly-retainer-type thing. He announced that he had been re-dentured. What, you ask, is re-denturing? Tyle explained it thus: the dentist removes all of the patient's teeth, and then re-implants them into the gums. Apparently this is supposed to have some sort of therapeutic effect. All I know is, I woke up terrified that my teeth were going to fall out.
The dream dictionary has this to say about teeth in dreams:
teeth - Falling out: Loss of control over certain aspects of one's life. Powerlessness, unable to influence things or the outcome of things important. Loss of self-esteem in a situation or a chronic problem.
I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with this one.