I had this very bizarre dream last night. In it, I was choking to death on something. It was thick in my mouth and throat, too much so to cough up or out. Panic-stricken, I sent fingers to work, and began pulling great, thick gobs of it from me. It was like putty, of that consistency, and was slow to lift from membranes and mouth. But it was removable… This lightened the panic and as it partially opened the breathing path, the frantic nature of things was also lessened. At this point, it became a matter of almost morbid curiosity… […]