I’m just getting over it. the last stage is a nasty, dry, hacking cough that produces nothing but sore ribs.
You wake up each morning feeling like a bodybuilding midget has been gut punching you all night.

Anyway, this generated a really fucked up dream. one of those detailed things that have when you’re just about to wake up. the thing must have lasted 3 hours.

In this dream I’m playing some kind of board game that was like a cross between stratego, risk, and settlers of cataan or something, on a huge map board. the playing peices where pretty good sized and flat chit like things made of embossed plastic with things like tanks, infantry squads, etc etc.
that’s not the weird part.
this is.
coughing was incorporated into movement somehow.
if I coughed a certain way the peice i was going to move would flip and generate a new attribute (like 2 extra movement, or +attack or something)
I would find myself trying to “cough efficiently” to get good move stats on peices.
my peices where soemthign ike a red/orange, the opposing player (who I couldnt see) peices where blue green
this is a dream so according to dream logic this was perfectly normal.
As sore as my ribs were when i woke up I’m pretty sure i was physically acting this out for the duration.
until at some point between coughs i was like, “ok fuck this I gotta go to work” then woke up.

weird.