Post One Hundred Seventy Six: Last dream of the morning

In the last dream I had this morning before waking up, I had a dip in. I remember realizing that it was in there, wondering where the hell it came from (since I had not bought a can), and flinging it out of my mouth. Then I woke up with a start.

Fortunately, this dream did nothing to make me want a dip. To the contrary, I had a bad taste in my mouth and felt like I had bit my lower lip. Really glad I'm quitting.