I just had the most unsettled night of sleep. It was bizarre. First, I fell asleep reading... never a good start. Woke up at 5am with the light on and laying partially propped up. Drank a glass of water and peed, and went back to bed with my eye mask on and white noise machine. Then I had a really vivid dream where I was in my parents' house growing up, and I was in my old bedroom, with my brother, sister, sister in law and brother in law. My brother threw up on the floor, and it started spreading, and I could smell it. It was all thick and viscous, and I noticed that there were large cracks in the floorboards, enough that I could see through them to the floor below, to where the puke was plopping onto everything below. Suddenly I was really nauseous, like to where throwing up is imminent. So I ran across the hall to the bathroom (in my dream of course) and made it to the toilet just barely in time, and threw up in it. But as I was throwing up, I could see floorboards inside the toilet drain hole, with cracks in them too, and my barf was dripping down to the floor below.
So then my brother in law was lecturing me and my brother that we had to clean it up. I was like dude yeah, I know, but he kept acting like we were trying to just leave it or something (he would be like that, too). So we went downstairs... but the puke was nowhere to be seen, nor was there anywhere that looked like the area that we saw through the floorboards. The dream then took on a sort of magical feeling, like OH MY GOD, how is this possible?? But the whole time, I was really uncomfortable, because I felt bits of puke stuck in my throat and nose and I could breathe fine, but couldn't clear my throat or blow my nose, like I couldn't make myself push any force through, like those muscles wouldn't work.
But then, I woke up suddenly to my bedroom door closing because she was up for work and had put my cat in my room and closed the door behind him (so he wouldn't fuck with her cat, who he bullies, when she left for work). Immediately I noticed that I had
actually thrown up, on my pillow and sheets and shoulder. I actually did have bits of puke stuck in my throat and nose, except now I could cough and clear it. I was pretty distressed, like, what the actual fuck? It was like a wet dream, but with puke (decidedly far less pleasant, and wet dreams are not at all pleasant to wake up to, either). I took my pillowcase off, and wiped up everything else with it. I was really hoping to get a really good night's sleep last night because I stayed up all night on Saturday at a friend's birthday party and only slept 3 and a half hours once I got home, so no way was I going to stay up and wash everything right then, at the crack of dawn, with the sky not fully light. I went to the bathroom to wash myself off, and came back and used a different pillow and moved to the other half of the bed, and covered the spot up with my top sheet and used another blanket and went back to sleep.
Then, I was dreaming again, back in my old bedroom in my parents' house. This time there was a decidedly creepy, nightmarish vibe to things. It reminded me of when I was a kid, that whole back wing of the house used to feel haunted to me and my brother, and my friends. My ex-wife even said she felt that there was a world war 1 soldier haunting the place, who would watch her while she showered and had done bad things in life. I was always scared back there, especially in my room, it always felt like something was watching me through the bathroom door, and from my closet. Then one night in college when I spent the night there, I woke up to a woman in white, standing at the foot of me bed, radiating this feeling of peace and protection. When I came more awake and started to be like wait.... what? She turned and walked out into the hallway, and ever since then, the feeling has been gone.
Anyway, that was in the past in real life, but in this dream, the haunted feeling was back. And at the same time, I really had to poop, like trying to hold it in. Then I started hearing rumbling, and looked outside and there were jet black clouds gathering, and lightning (my white noise machine sound I use is a distant thunderstorm, so go figure). Then wind started blowing insanely hard, and blasting in through open windows. I started running all around and trying to close all of the windows, while I was getting hit with rain and wind through them. And also I kept feeling like I was getting skid marks from holding in the poop. The downstairs floor was filed with old people from my church I went to growing up, and some of them were scared and saying this was the worst storm they'd ever seen, while others were ho-humming and saying they couldn't see any storm and everybody needs to calm down. I checked my pants at some point and sure enough, there was a bit in there. So then I was both trying to close the windows in the house, and trying to hide the fact that I had shit my pants from the old people in my house.
Then I woke up, and really had to poo. And it was also time to get up. You may be thinking that I had my second unpleasant surprise... but fortunately, my pants were clean.
What a strange night. Brains are so freakin' weird.
It's disturbing that I would be able to throw up in my sleep. It wasn't a huge amount, but it wasn't a small amount, either. I had a couple of beers yesterday evening but I wasn't drunk or anything. People can die from vomiting in their sleep...
But since stabilising my usage, I've been able to start playing guitar and recording a bit of stuff again. I guess I should mistrust my urge to get stimulants because I suspect I'm hoping for that burst of pure motivation again. But, unlike opiates, I've never found the urge to redose for me than a few days with stims, they start to generate anxiety and that makes them somewhat self limiting. 
jeez, how tall are you?