Blergh. Woke up from a long, convoluted dream that involved my guts falling out in an extremely disturbing manner* and staggering around a hospital attempting to get some of the staff to help me (they wouldn't, for various reasons), and not being able to go back to my room because A. I was lost, and B. my friends were waiting for me there, and I didn't want them to see me in such a state, even though I knew they would be understanding and want to help.
I woke up and started pondering the subliminal meaning behind it all. I mean, some of it is pretty obvious, but my guts falling out? What kind of symbolism is--
And then the wrenching intestinal cramps and back spasms kicked in. OH. Ha. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, as it were.
* Not that I can imagine a way for your guts to fall out that ISN'T disturbing, but this one was extra-so.