I don’t normally dream, at least I don’t think I do. The only time I can remember dreaming is because my dream is actually a nightmare. I die a lot in them (that whole “you don’t die in your sleep” is so much bullshit), but they’re normally memorable in their imagery.
Last night I had a dream that wasn’t a nightmare, but boy was it vivid. I was carting a friend’s daughter around… I’m not sure why, I just was. The daughter puked all over me, and the smell in the dream was incredible. Everyone in my dream recoiled in what could only be disgust, including me. It was the nastiest puke smell ever, and beat anything I have ever encountered working the better part of a decade in bars.
It woke me up with the incredibly real, but imagined, smell and taste of rancid vomit in my sinuses and the back of my throat, and I thought I was going to heave right there in my bed. After a couple seconds I realised where I was, and the smell and the desire to heave disappeared like *that*. But man, talk about a lasting impression.
Just a little too intense for my liking. I still want to know what I was doing running around with a kid who was puking on me.