Losing my mind and the wonders of vomit

I seriously must be having LOST withdrawals or something. I had another strange dream last night. Again Lost-esque, I was this time in a more tropical climate and there was a hatch underground that I and a few others were in (I remember Jeff being there, and Locke even showed up for a moment in part of the dream in the hatch). I remember there being food storage down there and yet sometimes we’d be above ground and there’d be a lot of people in some places. Some parts of the dream were kinda like being on a road trip Yeah either I’ve watched too much Lost or my mind is just attempting to satisfy a craving for it while I sleep since there hasn’t been a new one for a couple weeks.

On another note, have you ever really stopped to appreciate how your body can spew projective vomit? I mean the sheer force with which you can expel substances from your stomach— it’s amazing. This is the thought that passed through my head last night as I hurled. Of course once I finished hurling the next thought was to take a picture of the red and green swirls in the toilet bowl— followed by a laugh at the thought. If it weren’t for the acid destroying your teeth and esophagus and what not, I could become bulimic... Hehe.