Just *hic* kill me alrea-*hic*-dy

So YESTERDAY I got the hiccups for the last hour of work. During D&C they disappeared. My next class was Humanities, where they magically reappeared again. Then they vanished during my last class, Home and Family Life. Then they appeared again on the way home! FOR A WHOLE HOUR! Then they went away again for about an hour. THEN THEY CAME BACK! Jessica came over for a little while and the three of us (by three I mean including Shawn, not my hiccups), ate dinner. So yeah. I nearly threw up a few times the hiccups made me feel so nauseous. But mostly I just wanted to die. After Jessica left, I read for a little while and then went to sleep. Shawn woke me up a little while later and led me by the hand to bed (gosh whenever I try to do that to him he loses it!) so I could get some proper sleep. This was maybe around sevenish. I didn't get up until seven the next morning. I did wake up a few times but I was always able to go back to sleep. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! The day before that I took TWO NAPS during the day, and still went to sleep fine that night. Mind you that day I was slightly medicated, but STILL.
So it's Kari's dream corner again. WEEEEEEEEEEEIRD. Last night I dreamed first of all that we were in this huge cultural hall type thing having a mission reunion and Shawn was with me. I think we were in England. And I'll tell you why! We said something under our breaths cheekily about the Queen, and next thing you know the two of us were seized and whisked off to prison, being told that because of our crimes (of being traitors?), we were sentenced to death, the sentence being executed in just a few hours. HOLY CRAP! We were panicking like crazy, and angry as H word--we didn't know--why should we be held accountable for something we were ignorant to?! And plus what a LAME reason to be put to death! (It reminds me of an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where they visit a planet where there seems to be perfect peace and harmony, only to find out that the penalty for ANY breaking of rules is DEATH. INCLUDING WALKING ON THE GRASS. I mean... NO, it doesn't remind me of SUCH a LAME show. Oh, who am I kidding?!) So anyway, like ten minutes before we were going to die, we find out that we've been pardoned, and that they whole thing is kind of a demonstration/tradition anyway. No one has ever been put to death for making fun of the queen--just loads of people ALMOST have been. So there's that.
Suddenly a group of us are in this kinda Zelda game where we have to keep sailing to different locations ridiculously close to each other, but there's this bad guy that we both have to fight and also evade (some famous guy that I guess is supposed to represent Ganondorf? He looked like Doogie Howser, but it wasn't him). Which was freaky as crap. And each island was kinda like a stage (not a level--like a movie stage) slash house with all these different rooms. Then I woke up. Isn't that weird? WHAT DOES IT EVEN MEAN?