I think all the dreams may be caused by the uber-strong antibiotic I'm on. The one that gives me stomach cramps and tastes like regurgitated aspirin on my tongue.
I'm SO tired, and I ache, and I really just want to sleep some, but the brain is awake. As long as I'm sitting still and comfortable, I'm okay, but once I try to move it's just blahsville.
Such a whiner... such a whiner.
"This is MY United States of Whatever."