hair in my throat

Dreamed the night of 20th February 2007
I was a guest at a dinner party. Before dinner, I went to the toilet and, to my dismay, found that the only toilet paper was blue, green and yellow floral paper serviettes, stacked neatly on the hand basin. I flushed the toilet, but instead of a usual flush, water fell from an overhead shower rose, down into the bowl, filling it quickly, rising up and over the sides. Alarmed, I plunged my arm into the bowl, the water reaching up to my elbow, and extracted the serviette from the s-bend, unblocking the toilet. I cleaned up the floor with more napkins and then set about scrubbing my hands and arms in the sink with soap and water.
I looked in the mirror and realised that I had something stuck in my throat. I opened my mouth and found a hair that I started to pull. I could feel it sliding up my throat and out of my mouth. The hair kept coming and, as I pulled, strings of jeweled necklaces emerged from my throat – pale green stones threaded together and multi-coloured glass beads, glinting in the dim light. Finally, I pulled green veins of thick spit out of my throat, like a magician pulling scarves out of his sleeve, and my throat felt clear.
I walked down the hall and into the dining room where everyone was waiting. I apologised for being late and sat at the table. The host began to introduce me to an illustrator who was present, and whose work everyone was admiring. He was a very short, rotund man in his forties, with a thick accent. Again I felt as though my throat was blocked and, coughing, excused myself as best I could before leaving the room and returning to the mirror.
There, I opened my mouth wide and found another hair which I pinched it between my fingers and delicately pulled at it until it started sliding up and out of my throat. I felt it growing thicker, and it became white cotton and then dental floss. I continued to draw it from my mouth, the pile of hair and thread growing in the bathroom sink. Suddenly, the string expanded into a clump of hair like a long pony tail cut from someone’s head and my throat was clear. I looked at the last chunk of hair and realised that it was my ex-partner’s.