6:10am: I fall asleep to snatch an hour of sleep before I get up before work (I had woke up around 5pm the previous day).
6:15am: I have some crazy fucking dream in which I'm staring at my body, lying in my bed, as evil fuck shits rip out my throat. Blood starts spurting out of the gash left in my throat left by forementioned fuck shits.
6:20am: I wake up, and promptly spit/cough/project up literally a mouth full of blood all over my self, then stagger to the bathroom to vomit, then dry heave.
Now.. under normal circumstances (me falling asleep completely smashed) this wouldn't baffle me TOO much. What I can't understand.. is that the first night in about a week that I've fallen asleep sober.. this shit happens. It must be a sign from god to never stop being a drunkard.
6:15am: I have some crazy fucking dream in which I'm staring at my body, lying in my bed, as evil fuck shits rip out my throat. Blood starts spurting out of the gash left in my throat left by forementioned fuck shits.
6:20am: I wake up, and promptly spit/cough/project up literally a mouth full of blood all over my self, then stagger to the bathroom to vomit, then dry heave.
Now.. under normal circumstances (me falling asleep completely smashed) this wouldn't baffle me TOO much. What I can't understand.. is that the first night in about a week that I've fallen asleep sober.. this shit happens. It must be a sign from god to never stop being a drunkard.