Pyrotechnics

I haven't been sleeping very well lately. Late nights combined with early mornings are making me a little bit sluggish. So when I laid back in my bed this evening, watching a little television and just relaxing, it was no wonder that I dozed off. The program I was watching wasn't of any significant importance, I'd seen what I wanted, so a nap was a welcome state, to say the least.

I'd only been out for a couple of moments, I'm sure, although the images flashing in my mind, felt like the time was a little more substantial. I can't recall what I was dreaming about, but I do remember the startling images that rocked me out of my slumber.

As I stated, I can't recall what the dream was, but I do remember that I was in my kitchen. The kitchen was mine, for all intense purposes, but differed greatly from the kitchen in my house. My mother was present and babbling about something that she deemed important, but given my reaction, it was more annoying than helpful. I had a bowl of some kind of soupy food in my hand and I was mindlessly vocalizing "I know. I know." to my mother. A practice that I perform in reality a whole lot. I went to turn, food in hand, when suddenly I was stricken with blinding pain matched with images of exploding fireworks. I remember dropping the food item, it splashing across the linoleum, followed by myself falling to my knees, hands tightly clenching my forehead.

Although it was a dream, the pain felt real. Excruciating, in fact. Synaptically to some of the worst migraines I've ever experienced. Those blinding, gut-wrenching headaches that completely shut me down, like a stalled out automobile on a frigid winter's morning. So real, was the pain I was experiencing in the dream, that I violently woke up with a shudder.

A little groggy, I looked about, regaining my familiarity with where I was. Then I felt it. A friggin' headache. Not as bad as the one I woke up with this morning, and definitely not as bad as the one depicted in the dream I'd just had. Still, though, I can't help but wonder if this was some sort of warning by my subconscious mind. Something telling me that my brain is about to explode, or implode, or some f*cked up thing.

I've had dreams before that mystifyingly came true. Odd and obscure dreams that seemed too silly to take serious, then one day, WHOOP, there it is. So I can't help but wonder if this is a similar situation.... NAH! Probably just a vivid imagination mixed with some paranoia and a dash of hypochondria. Right?