Tunnel rocketeer

Warning: disgusting content to follow. Continue to read at your own risk.

So last night I dreamed about blowing my nose. Not like putting tissue in my hand and placing it in front of the my nostril and blowing to expel whatever matter was hanging out there. Rather, I dreamed like I was a tiny video camera inside the nose itself. From the hurricane gale force winds. To watching the giant snot ball come rolling out of the depths of my sinus's, it was a very curious dream. I mean, actually seeing the process it requires to expel this stuff is really quite interesting, but it's not like you could sell a DVD on the mass market and have yourself a hit on your hands. I can see the title now. The Snotball Express. Or. You and Your Nasal Hygiene. That one sounds like a 50's Sex Ed or other health class video. But I digress, so this slime is rolling toward the exit and stops whenever the blowing force slows. Sometimes it even edges back a bit. Finally, the howling wind breaks it's tenuous infuriating grasp on your mucus membranes and gains enough momentum to fly out your nose into the waiting receptacle of tissue. Ah...