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.
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.
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