Gunk in the lungs
Currently: Coughing & congested
Mood: Icky
Gunk in the lungs makes for some pretty bizarre dreams. Last night’s? I was going on a cruise on a haunted ship with a few RL friends and my dog. The boat looked so old and decrepit and I was so apprehensive. Actually, I was beyond apprehensive, I was straight up scared. But no one else was. There were supposed to be some good bands performing, and the ship was manned by every celebrity crush I’ve ever had (and some non-crushes, too) dressed as pirates. That dream actually had no beginning or end that I can recall.
Then, in another, I was in my hometown with some OLD dude that made me very nervous. He seemed well-to-do, and I got the distinct impression he was part of the mafia or some illegal outfit. I am not sure why I was with him, but it wasn’t in a romantic way. We were in his car, and we stopped at this particular place to get gas, and I remembered thinking I should probably try to get away. He was wearing a pink shirt.
I have no idea what either of these dreams could mean. Actually, I do have some idea of what the first one could mean, but not the second. However, I do know where the pink shirt in the second dream comes from. Be careful what you read before you turn in for the night!
The good thing about being sick and Flo’d at the same time is that, despite some crazy-ass dreams, I get some AMAZING sleep! I wake up feeling well-rested even though I’m not sleeping any more than usual.
Even though I love actually getting rest while I sleep, and rarely ever feel that I do, I still wish this lung gunk would be gone. I’m guessing a slight lack of oxygen causes some of the craziness.
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