Last night, or more accurately yesterday afternoon, I was in bed having a nice sleep. I had a very disturbing dream, one that I thought was absolutely real. In the dream I was sleeping in my bed. I started to vomit and got a little bit on my sheets and pillow before making it to the bathroom. When I woke up I was utterly convinced it had happened, so I began to check my sheets and pillow for puke. I could not find any, nor did I have that taste of vomit in my mouth.
The dream reminded me of the last time I actually threw up. It was back during the days of 224D. Gideon and I went to CC Peppers and I opted for the 14" Philly cheese steak. I wolfed that bad boy down and then a little bit later people started coming over to play a little poker.
I got beat on a couple of hands where people caught some lucky cards and instead of continuing to buy back in and aggravate myself, I decided to go over to Champs. Elvis, one of the best bartenders ever, kept the beer flowing to help ease my pan. After about 12 beers and a couple of shots, I decided to get a six pack of Bud pounders and head back home.
After drinking the pounders and becoming ridiculously inebriated. I wanted to play cards, and somehow used my change, and obviously lost all of it. Luckily everyone was nice enough to realize I was bombed and just ignored me. Eventually I felt a little sick and went outside where I pucked up everything inside of my little body. It definitely tasted like Philly cheese steak. I remember waking up the next day and being able to still taste the cheese steak and vomit mixture in my mouth. It took me along time to be able to eat cheese steaks without getting a bit nauseous.
This photo is not from that night, but a close representation of how I probably looked...