a few days ago where I was choking on a big loogie (snot of some sort) and it couldn't go down nor could I spit it up. Finally after struggling for so long I noticed that I would die if I didn't wake up since I couldn't breathe during this struggle. So I asked God to wake me from this dream and finally I woke up with my heart rate barely beating. Last night, my son, was playing with a snack container with the plastic colorful wrapping. He bit off a piece and was choking on it. I could feel it in the back of his throat but he couldn't spit it up or swallow it and was wheezing and crying and freaking out. My JB was freaking out also, he was hissing and nipping my ankles and my husband's ankles. So we were way panicky, I tried to get some food in him so that he can puke it up all together, but he couldn't, he kept trying to cough it out of his throat. I called 911 and they sent the paramedics. They were very quick, but by the time I got off the phone with 911, my son was better and back to normal which meant he was able to swallow it finally. Anyway, he is fine and normal today I'll just wait for it to pass in his poop. But the freaky thing is that I had a dream. Sometimes dreams do come true but I wish it didn't happen to my son.