one more reason not to give in to napping...

I was caught in a dream where I couldn't breathe. At that point, I think it was partially lucid, but... I was in a bathtub, with some towels, and my mom and sister come in. I get pissed off about the lack of privacy, and move to leave (nudity be damned! for once), but I get really dizzy and plop back down in the water. I can hardly breathe. I pull the masses of wet hair from my mouth and can inhale, but it keeps going back there, and is worse than mud with the scraping away-ness. My mom doesn't notice, and I'm about to pass out when I finally force out a whimper. Which, apparently, I actually did, and my roommate said my name and asked if anything was wrong, waking me up.

*raises eyebrow* Oddness... and I feel like making up for the previous lack of oxygen somehow.