Nausea

December 15, 2014 I started this dream at a school building, with a small trailer of things. I had the feeling I was moving. Part way through the journey, they dream shifted to a different plot... I was traveling with someone different from the beginning, and I am not sure who exactly it was with me, but they had a familiar feel to them. I had this condition... Or something. I had with me a bag of some sort of liquid. It was attached to my body through a tube, though I do not remember where it was attached. Basically, this thing kept me alive, because without it I would uncontrollably vomit chunks of myself, or something. We were stopped at this house for the night. It was abandoned, but looked well-kept still. My companion and I were sitting in a corner of the room and being goofy. Somehow it got so goofy that I intentionally cut the bag connected to me. I think I had figured out that the liquid reacted strangely with the air and made beautiful patterns or something. It took me a while to realize what I would done. There was very little liquid left in the bag now, and I suddenly realized, and ran to a bathroom. It was a VERY uncomfortable feeling next. Not being able to stop vomiting, even when I was empty... Feeling the chunks in my throat and mouth... I even heard the sounds. I do not usually actually hear things in dreams, as it is all more of an innate knowing of what people are saying or what sounds are around me. It was terrifying especially because I knew there were no more bags I could replace the ripped one with, so I thought I would die. But my companion rushes in and sticks something in my mouth. She sticks it right in my throat, which you would think would choke me, but somehow it does not, and stops the uncontrollable vomiting. Whatever it was, it saved my life. The companion had more of whatever it was, so if I accidentally swallowed the one in my throat now, they (I do not even know if this companion was a man or a woman. At times I had the feeling it was a man, but at times I felt like it was a woman) could put another one in. After a little while, we found a pair of headphones that would be able to keep me vomit-free until I could get a new bag of liquid. It was a temporary fix only, but better than having stuff shoved in my throat. I started walking around the house, and ended up on a balcony with a whole bunch of mannequins wearing costumes... They were posed, even (there was a Spider-Man one, which was posed like <PERSON> on a wall). It was fucking creepy. I am glad I woke up then b excuse that place had such a horribly feeling... Like something bad definitely would have happened if I had not woken up.