Last night I was felled by a nasty migraine again. I hadn’t eaten all day, yet the headache was bad enough that I couldn’t muster up the energy to walk to the kitchen and make something. Once I *had* gathered up some energy I decided I was better served going upstairs for a wet washcloth that I could place on my head. Back downstairs I covered my head in enough time to see the 8:55PM ‘unveiling’ on Trading Spaces. The next thing I remember is 10:30, so I thought that was a good thing. Unfortunately the headache hadn’t left yet. These things are right nasty for those of you that don’t get them, and I’m lucky enough that they only seem to come once every month or two, almost always on a weekend. I know some people that get these things constantly and it completely takes over their lives.

Many people wonder about the level of pain associated with a migraine, and how much worse from a regular headache it is. That’s hard to explain, but I can offer this information. In the past I have:

• been hit by a car and returned to work.
• had my ankle scraped to exposed bone and returned to work.
• completed a baseball game with a first inning separated shoulder.
• damaged ankle and wrist ligaments and gone about my business.
• broken and rebroken my big toes and gone about my business.
• broken a rib during a movie and just thought it was a bruise for a week.

But when I get a migraine, I’m out. I can’t move. Stranded wherever I happen to be lying and praying for death. So, you can imagine, migraines kinda suck.

But there is one good thing about them. The dreams. I have no idea if this is the same for all sufferers but I get the COOLEST dreams when I’ve had a migraine. I can’t really explain why, it just happens every time. Last night it started off at sea where I moved along a plank on to a smaller steel battle ship (very small – held about 15-20 people) where we were being transported to some exotic Mexican-ish island. Unfortunately, we were simultaneously being hit by a hurricane of sorts that was sending up enormous waves and rocking these boats (there were others) while the sun beat down like hot summer. For some reason, and knowing me it would be because the waves looked ‘fun’, I decided to bail on this metal deathtrap and dove into the ocean deathtrap. I then attempted body surfing these 50-60 foot waves to shore, and wonder of wonders, I actually did it. The dream was cool in the fact that I was seeing the shoreline from way up high and watching the waves crash down while moving from wave to wave. I do bodysurf quite well when the opportunity arises so this isn’t too fargone, save for the fact that I’m used to bodysurfing four to five foot waves, not forty-five foot ones.

I became distraught when I finally arrived on the shore (via wave) and noticed that my cool Fossil watch had been removed by one crash of the wave that had sent me for a loop. Once on the shore, I made my way to a pool area that was surrounded by an outdoor strip mall full of little shops and restaurants, and of course, this large pool. The one thing I hadn’t noticed was that my watch wasn’t the only thing that had been removed by the large wave – I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothes, but was luckily hiding under the water of this pool. Someone began yelling about the Deputy Prime Minister of Canada having dissed the Queen and, at that time, I noticed the wave had somehow conveniently dropped my swim trunks on a chair over my head. Back in to them I slid, jumped out of the pool, and woke up.

Uh-huh. Any amateur dream readers are welcome to post in the comments. :)

Cheers!