Odd dreams. Never a good sign. Especially with my track record for subconscious precognative messaging.

In other words, odd dreams = bad sign.

It started off rather normal. The family was sitting around the dinner table eating (... okay, so we don't ever eat at the same time these days, but it still seems normal enough, yes?) when grandma says something that infuriates me. I take a stab at her marginal cooking skills (she made that dinner) and...

Fast forward to us washing the dishes. She's talking about who knows what, and I get really mad at her again. Then she takes a crack at MY culinary skills, so I retorted by vomiting up dinner into the kitchen sink.

Cut to the old (big) house back in Arizona. I'm sitting on the couch watching TV when mom tells me to turn the tv off and get to bed. As I'm reaching for the remote control on the coffee table, I notice this weird plastic/paper top hat that's rather huge.

Inside is a gigantic, steaming mound of stuff. And that would be dinner. Natural instinct is to take the big ol' hat (which is covered in this star, moon, and sun design that used to be on sis' tack board), put it on the kitchen table, and vomit more food into it.

One problem, all the fluid in my stomach (acid and all) drained at some point so I was trying to projectile-vomit semi-dry spaghetti noodles.

... and that's when I wake up, choking on some nice saliva.

Could be worse. The way that I sleep, if I had thrown up while dreaming I would've choked to death.

Hmm... but what could it mean? Details in a later report.