Anyway, then it turned into this guy who was watching that DVD and shut it off, because WTF, and started trying to play a garage/monster truck/demolition derby simulator. Once he created his project and built it in the car editor and clicked "GO," the dream wound up inside the simulator -- except now it wasn't a car thing, it was cage fighting. Or no-holds-barred, at least; there was a ring. The dreamself transitioned back to me, and I was watching this. The guy in the ring was a major heel, and professional wrestler Rob Van Dam showed up ringside to yell at him. During this, the heel's opponent grabbed the back of his head and slammed him to the ground. The heel got up and spit out a tooth.
This triggered my recurring nightmare. It is not a hard nightmare, but it is a stress dream that I have a lot: basically, my teeth break in my mouth in really bad ways. Like, *cracking in half* bad ways.
Apparently my brain figured it had been a while since I had this dream and was due for a reminder of how grotesque it was, because at one point I spat tooth pieces into my hand and discovered that I had just spit out *my entire right maxilla.* That was just too ridiculous, so I felt around in my mouth with my tongue, found teeth were still there on the right side, and realized it was a dream.
Wow, brain, points for grotesque.