Hey guys,


I don't post here often cos in waking life I'm doing well with my emet, but it doesn't mean it can't haunt you when you're asleep! I'm in the UK and it's 4.16am and I'm not impressed from what I've just woken from.


***WARNING graphic in parts***





I fell to sleep about three and a half hours ago with a sore throat coming on (I've still got one so I presume I'm getting another cold virus). I was then having wondering thoughts about meningitis, hoping I never get it, mainly cos it involves being sick. Eventually I fell to sleep.


Then I started having this dream that I was lying in my bed with the lights off feeling like a had flu. My dreams are always vivid anyway which only comes in handy when having a good dream. Anyway in the dream I dreamt my housemate James was walking around the house late at night and was ignoring me despite me telling him I felt really ill, and then he went to bed. Then I got up and turned the light on and wondered to my water bottle by my bed to take a drink from it, and then I started to cough (I've not long had a cough in real life!) and it was really pleghmmy and gross, but then V* started coming out, and it was exceptionally graphic - the look of it - and I dreamt it was all over my carpet and my bedside cabinet. Then I ran out my room to the kitchen to get a drink, and could feel it coming up in my throat and I was sick again all over the kitchen floor. No one else was around so I was on my own. Then it was all over my hands and in my mouth and I was trying to spit it out. Thankfully my dream was lacking in true to life taste although it was there mildly. The next part I was out the front by the road with these drunk men trying to get some sort of drink (I must have ran out the house in panic) and then I was drinking beer, carrying my anti-emeticstrying to keep it down. The latter part was me running down the road with one of my friends, and bumping into my old history teacher saying she had a body virus, but she hadn't been sick and I was well jealous. Then I finally woke up!!! What on earth possessed me to keep dreaming all that time?!


Apart from the obvious another bad point is that it was set in the middle of the night, in my nice little student house, just like now!!! I'm too scared to get a drink from the kitchen as that will echo my dream in a way. And I'm also feeling ill in a sore throat way. My stomach is fine cos i was hungry when I went to bed and I only feel a bit sick from the dream...but still!


As for decoding it (lol) I'm hoping instead of preminission it might have simply been telling me I was love-sick!!! (I've been besotted with my housemate James for a long time now).


Might be brave and actually walk into the kitchen and get a drink for my throat...I've not dreamt of being sick for a very long time and never has it been that graphic. What are the worst dreams others on here have had in comparison?


(Just when I thought I was getting away from it it comes back at night!)