Thistle throat and waking dreams

Morning was a welcome break from the worn out excuse for a sleep that I was subjected to last night. 

The entire night was an episodic saga of toss and turns, because my throat felt funny. 

Imagine swallowing a length of sandpaper and letting its abrasive surface rub against the tender flesh of your gullet. 

That's the closest I can come to describing this caustic feel that has taken resident in my throat most unpleasantly since last evening.

A series of broken dreams punctured by waking moments where I felt like I should slice my throat with a marshmallow or something similarly soft. 

This one dream 

Had me playing a 'move' game on PlayStation 3 with a colleague whom I don't even like all that much in real life . It was a shooting game and instead of the move control I had a gun. 

I had to shoot people wearing plague masks, and we were playing it on a projector. 

I decided to go home, but my friend (not colleague in this dream) insisted I call a cab since I was drunk. 

I don't remember drinking. 

Now the big issue was how to tell the cab guy the house address cuz the houses had no address, they were distinguished by the colour they were painted in, and this house that we were in was an unremarkable white, flanked by a yellow and another white coloured house. 

I decided to chuck the cab idea and ride my bicycle instead.

So my colleague/friend agreed and I rode this bicycle down the stairs cuz it'd be faster than walking.

I could see myself pressing the breaks ever so gently. My friend was riding pillion and when I'd finally reached the bottom of the stairs, she remembered she forgot to pick up some luggage and went back upstairs. 

I rode out leaving her behind, and it was so bright that I shut my eyes hard. So hard that I woke up. 

Woke up to the most irritable throat, irritable self.