Most of my dream is gone by now except for its very end. I remember being with a petite blond woman with huge eyes and her daughter of about eight, a spitting image of her mother. I remember that the three of us were close and getting ever closer, but that is about all. We were goofing around and laughing. Suddenly, some of the food I just ate with them—and I think I had stuffed myself, too—came back into my mouth. There was quite a bit of it and I could not simply swallow it again. I was looking for a place where I could spit I out. I remember biting at some point into a chunk of something crunchy, something akin to celery, and reckoning that my companions might have heard that faint crunching sound. I think the woman understood what was going on with me. She was being helpful, but her daughter continued goofing around obliviously. As usually happens in dreams, I could not find a toilet or a napkin to spit the stuff out. I was getting ever more concerned, although not yet desperate. And then I realized all this was probably a dream. I carefully checked the stuff in my mouth with my tongue, and it turned out my mouth was actually empty. I woke up feeling relieved.