I have this recurring nightmare. I go out on Saturday night and wake up Sunday morning. There are two women in bed with me, one on each shoulder. I look to my right and one is Anna Diggs Taylor. I look to my left and the other is Hillary Clinton. There is absolutely no alternative but to start gnawing. That's when I look to the nightstand and see my dentures in a glass of water. I start screaming, immediately wake up and thank God that it was only a nightmare.
LOL!!! You poor wretched, tormented soul. SO, no nausea when you wake up??