No Visuals

I don't remember anything about this dream, except that the song "Let her Go" by Passenger was playing on repeat.

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This is not that amazing as far as dreams go. In fact, I'm not sure having an ear worm counts as having a dream. I don't usually remember music when I dream. I might remember dialogue, and I certainly remember images, but music never sticks with me.

I also feel like when something sticks with me, it makes it hard for me to dream until I write it down. I know that I have had other dreams, or other bits of dreams since this one, but I don't remember them because I keep reminding myself to write down that I dreamt of this song. Maybe my conscious can only hold onto one dream fragment at a time.

Also, I have been quite sick with a wicked cold.  I take night time meds to help me sleep through my symptoms, and then my dreams (if I am aware of them) tend to be frenetic and unfocused. Now that I am feeling better, perhaps my subconscious will calm down again.

I do like that song...

Bad Taste

I was at my childhood home. I had this zit/burn on my cheek, but it was the size of a half-dollar. It grew out from my face like an egg sac - sort of. I was not near a mirror but I could see myself in the third person space - like a camera would zoom in on my face and hands, and I was holding the camera. The white sac was now about an inch thick.  Zooming in, something moved inside it - a black inky vein pulsed.  It then swirled and shot into my skin. The zit/blister things then either broke or deflated - I think it just deflated or went back into my face. A large red sore was left on my cheek - again the size of a half dollar. I was very conscious of it on my face, and kept gently prodding it.

I felt something strange in my mouth, and spat - there was a fleck of black in my spit. My family was walking through the yard. Mom was there, gently pulling at a tree branch above her. I went to help her because the branch was bigger than she could see.  I told her to hold on a second. The whole limb broke and fell softly to the ground. Again I felt something tacky in my mouth - I scraped my teeth against my tongue and spat again - this time there was black tar .  As I walked and tried to talk, I felt my mouth grow gummy and tacky again, thicker and thicker, and I couldn't clean my tongue. I had to hack, but that didn't work either. I reached into my mouth and used my nails - I finally pulled a mass of sticky black tar from my mouth. I threw it to the ground and stared at it, glistening and shiny and disgusting.

Throughout this, I was aware of the sore on my cheek. No one would believe something was wrong with me. I kept trying to tell Dad, but it wasn't till we were at the steps to the deck that he listened. And then he jerked my arm up like I was a rag doll, and I woke up


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This dream was strange.  I am self-conscious about my blemishes, but I've never been worried about my mouth or throat. It's been awhile since I've had such a tactile dream. And I don't recall ever having one about phlegm - or in this case, one where I felt like it was an alien presence, or maybe I thought alien but a better word would be virus or bacterial - which is another form of alien.