You ever have one of those nights where like, every single recurring nightmare of yours works its way tastefully into the narrative of the same dream 
on a lighter note, my arms feel better! not totally back yet, but getting there.
I must've just strained them but jesus christ I've never hurt that bad just from lifting stuff
also I got to work so early the floor's still damp from whoever mopped out last night 
fortunately the dream kind of reached the point of comedy, tbh
like, there were so many notable bad things about it it got to the point where like
You know in a movie with tons of cameos and eventually they're just like "AND I AM ALSO IN THE MOVIE, YES."
it was like that, just pointing it out. "ah, I also don't like this. nor do I like this. or that."
so it wasn't terrible, it was just bizarre.