I have had a terrible headache all day. I woke up with it this morning, along with a mild sense of nausea, and by mid-afternoon it still hadn't completely vanished, so as a result I spent most of the day sleeping.
For some reason my brain decided to use the first period—morning to mid-afternoon—to bombard me with yet another vivid, intense dream wherein, as part of my "job", so to speak, I was heavily engaged in a semi-playful session of catch-me-if-you-can in the middle of a two-story clothing/souvenir store.
This is yet another dream which somehow managed enough backplot to justify being written down. And since I remember at least 80% of it right now, I'm sorely tempted to try.
