I can't remember all of the dream I had, but at one point I found a close friend of mine. He was seriously dirty. As if he'd fallen in a mud puddle and not cleaned off in a week. His hair was matted. I couldn't smell him though. I asked him what had happened, but he only mumbled something at me. I told him that we'd have to soak him in a lake or a river or something to get that amount of filth off. That he'd block the plumbing if he just jumped in a shower. He mumbled. He wouldn't look at me.
I took my finger and wiped a bit of the mud off of his body, can't remember what part. What was on my finger was black and oily. I sniffed it. The smell was so pungent and sour and intense that it literally pushed me out of the dream and I woke up gasping for air.