Two mornings ago I felt a scratchy throat. I knew it wasn't smart to eat that moldy piece of bread but didn't want to waste it, and I guess the mycotoxins weakened my immune system. So last night I was congested, and many, many times I awoke from a dream in which I was dying, unable to breathe, and gasped for air through my mouth. For some reason my sleeping self isn't smart enough to do that.
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