More than 12

It was weird not to see crushed up pieces of sea shells.

A cave we found along the coast of Oregon. The walk down was awesome, the walk back up, not so much.

The fog we would drive in and out of along the coast.

For the last two days I have slept more than 12 hours. I hope this can be chalked up to my stomach being "off". Maybe I had a bug and I just needed to sleep it off. I definitely reaped the consequences off over sleeping last night with horrible dreams.

I was on a compound, or a military base. Something was wrong inside of me. A heart was missing. I started coughing up a dark green substance, similar to play-doh but slimy. There was scrambling from door to door, looking for a doctor, looking for help. I started throwing up violently this green substance. It was so scary because I couldn't catch my breath in between coughing and vomiting and trying to run and trying to ask these people for help. I had saliva and puke down the front of my shirt and it just kept coming. I could feel my fingers and hands were sticky and slippery at the same time. Spotlights and my vision was starting to get blurry. I woke up gasping and looked at the clock. It was almost noon.