Dreams or Nightmares?

I managed to get about two hours of sleep, but I woke up with a horrible headache. I've never had one this bad in my life -- I think it actually qualifies as a migraine. I've had several of these over the semester. And the worst part is I'm convinced I'm giving them to myself. I couldn't seem to find a comfortable place to rest my jaw on the pillow, and it was actually getting sore from me holding it in place, and then my neck started itching and acting up, and next thing I know my body is trying to press through the mattress into the floor. Every muscle in me seemed tense.

So I cancelled class for the morning and went back to bed. Had a dream where I was pregnant, and driving down a traffic-filled road in a go cart. Then later I had another one where I kept meeting pregnant women, including a lady who was part of a happy couple who sold mannequins for people to dress and place in their yards as lawn ornaments.

I don't buy into dream symbolisim, but this is pretty obvious. I have a secret I want to share, something I want to get off my chest. And I'm afraid to do it. I'm afraid I'll be run over, afraid I'll be labeled as a fake, afraid I'll be hurt.

Or maybe it just means I shouldn't have eaten that bacon-and-egg sandwich at 4:00 AM, and my stomach was letting me know.

My headache is still with me. I haven't eaten in almost twelve hours. I feel horrible.

I'm probably going to cancel my evening classes, too. I have ActionScript and Flash tonight, and I think talking loud enough to lecture will hurt my head. Hell, the little keyboard clicks are hurting my head.