Last night.

I had a rough night, last night. I started feeling awful and came close to blacking out. It happened so fast. My blood pressure went up extremely high. When it gets that high, the digital monitor won't read it. It says: E (for Error). I took an extra half of one of my blood pressure meds, went to bed and held the phone in my hand - hoping I'd be able to make a call to someone before I passed out. I stayed awake for hours - afraid of going to sleep. Afraid I wasn't going to make it through the night. But, here it is Sunday morning, and I'm still alive, albeit nervous and weak.
When I don't sleep well I have crazy dreams. Last night I had a long, detailed dream about being some sort of military spy who swims to Cuba - with whom we may be at war (or close to it) - and secretly visits some high official, with a word of warning from the US government (hoping the official will receive the information and not turn him in), and, upon departure, rescues a Cuban girl and brings her to America.
A small group of people (her adoptive parents?) greets the girl, on the beach. I'm happily holding her hand, when I'm approached by a small boy. It's Stewie from "Family Guy." In the dream he's smart and talks, but he's not evil like on TV. He wants me to pick him up, and I do - telling him that I love him more than cheesecake. That's something I say to my dog, in real life: "I love you more than cheesecake!" Next, we're rambling around a farm (her new parents' home) looking for a pig, whose name I can't remember (in the dream), even though he belongs to me. I think I find him, perched atop a small tin shed (!). The little Cuban girl wants to pet him, but I'm worried he'll bite her. But then I realize that it's not the pig at all, but a very small and quite old horse. I get the feeling that this horse has been ignored. It makes me sad.
The dream was rife with details, but everything is fading now.
Fading, fading, fading...