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.<\/p>\n
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<\/em> 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-wtf"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=373"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kev.needham.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}