I woke up last night in the middle of the night because I had an uneasiness about me. As soon as I came to enough to realize what was going on, I felt the migraine pain squeezing my head. I tried to figure out why it decided to wake me up out of perfectly good sleep. I laid there for a few minutes and felt the familiar nauseousness. Luckily, I nodded back off to sleep. That never happens. I’ve been pretty wiped out the past few days because it seems like every other night, I can’t sleep. It was my turn to sleep last night but for whatever reason, I had to be awoken.
Next thing I knew, it was time to get up. I really didn’t want to but I did and while having coffee, I reflected back on the dream I was having, that pulled me back to sleep. I had returned to my techie job. I’d been asked to return as a consultant. I was sitting at some unfamiliar table with the team that I last left. I was talking the talk with them, their faces, mannerisms, voices, all just as they should be. My boss was there along with the other leads. For a moment, I couldn’t quite realize why I was there. I felt confused. When I tried to insert my thoughts, the knowledge was already there. I said to them “You’ve got this”. In the dream, at that point, I felt the pang of discomfort in my head. I laid my head down on the table for a minute and when I picked it up, a guy, from not my previous job but the one before that, was standing there with a sandwich in his hand. I thought back and could see myself just moments earlier giving him my lunch order. He always went to the sub shop up the street and was willing to grab mine too. I asked for my usual steak and cheese with lettuce and tomato. When I opened the paper on my lunch, it was a breakfast sandwich with eggs and hash browns on texas toast. I wondered how he got that out of my steak and cheese order. But I took a bite. It was horrible.
He returned just then and said that he’d given me the wrong sandwich, holding a different one in his hand. I looked at the sandwich that was clearly not mine, but now with a bite taken out of it. I pushed it in his direction and said “Sorry” through my mouth, full of his food. He smiled and said that it was ok. We exchanged sandwiches and I once again unwrapped a new meal. It was a shrimp salad salad with lettuce and tomato. I was stymied. Did I not speak clearly? Did “Steak and Cheese” sound like “Shrimp Salad”? I took a bite. It was odd. I’d never had a shrimp salad sandwich before.
My friend and teammate asked me what I was having. I told her. She curled her lip. I just said “Yeah” and realized I was at my desk. I took my sandwich and walked down the hallway. I had to use the bathroom. When I got close enough to see the entrance, I looked for a trash can to throw away my sandwich but then realized that I no longer had it. There was a line to the bathroom but there were men and women both waiting. I asked what was going on. They all spoke at once, complaining, there was only one bathroom and that we had to share it. A woman would go into the stall and the man would enter as well but use the urinal. I wanted nothing of it but had to go. When it was finally my turn, I could hardly hold it any longer. I entered and saw the uni-sign and thought there never were two restrooms. There was standing water on the floor that my feet sloshed in. I opened the door and saw the man that came in behind me standing at the urinal out of the corner of my eye.
I was awoken. It was time to get up. Headache explained.