You seal your mouth shut. You won’t have to taste the mud slipping down your throat and you won’t have to spend an hour tomorrow morning gargling the gunk off your tongue. You breathe through your nose until the murk sucks you under. The slime closes over your ears and eyes, and your chest burns with lack of oxygen. You lose consciousness.
When you wake up, your head aches and your lungs burn. After you scrape the muck from your ears and nose and shower for about four hours, you’ll heal. You always do. Is this all? There has to be more to your ability. Are you really doomed to die, every night?
What will you do tomorrow?