Last night I dreamt that we were watching someone’s dogs. We had them in a large pen. When they came to pick up the dogs they were apologizing because the dogs had done some minor business in there. I assured them it was no big deal and went to clean it up.
Now, I have nothing against doing “nasty” stuff in theory. But I also have a pretty strong automatic gag reflex that I must work hard to control.
Well, that damn gag reflex was so strong last night the dream actually caused me to throw up some in real life. What a way to wake up. Given that I am pretty good at throwing up I guess I am lucky I didn’t expell the full load.
Dying by chocking on your own vomit because you had a silly dream about dog shit. Now thats a WTF? way to die right there.
Well, I guess Saint Peter (or Satan perhaps) might have a laugh about. Also I sleep on a waterbed. I hate to think about large quantities of vomit getting down in along the sides. You’d have to drain the whole thing to clean it properly (which is is a royal PITA).
Later that night I was stressed out because I was dreaming I had to take a hard graduate level math class test (that I wasn’t ready for) being given by my grandmother of all people. When I finally meet her she told me the test was canceled because it was her birthday.
From time to time, I’ll get a bad case of “morning mouth” bad taste in my mouth while I sleep, strong enough to show up in a dream. I’ll be eating something gross and disgusting and horrible tasting (in one case I remember, it was alfalfa hay) then I’ll gag and wake up to discover I really am gagging. Then I’ll run off the bathroom and gargle with Drano.
ETA: Point being, it’s not dreaming about gagging that makes one actually gag. It’s the other way around: Actually gagging in your sleep because of a bad morning mouth case causes one to dream that way.