I was surrounded by rotting, stinking, mushy white rice. The smell was extremely horrible. It made me cough and gag. Then, I woke up. Sleeping next to me with her muzzle next to my face was my little doggy...geez, brush your teeth!
After moving my bad breath pooch to her own space, I went back to bed. I realized this time I could not smell anything. It was drizzling outside but I could not smell the refreshing rain. I could not smell the Downy on my blanket. I could not smell the crispy pages of my book. Did that also mean I would not be able to taste anything too? I began to panic and could not take a breath. If my nose was not working properly, did that mean I would not be able to breath through it as well? Then, I woke up. I lifted my hand to my nose and could smell the Vaseline hand lotion that I had rubbed on it earlier. Whew!
This morning I got out of bed grateful for my sense of smell. I did an internet search and found out that the inability to perceive odors is called Anosmia. A lesson learned in a dream.
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