The post office

I had a strange dream last night that T.C. needed something from the post office, so, me getting off werk at noon, told him I could pass by there on my way to class (normally I take a slightly different route), then I could bring whatever to werk the following day. So he told me what he needed. By the time I'd gotten to the post office & had been standing in line for a while, I had no idea whatsoever what I was supposed to get from there. As I was deciding if I should stay & hope I remembered what I was supposed to get, or if I should just leave right then, I think someone may have dropped something that I was about to pick up. Suddenly my back started hurting real bad. I woke up & tried getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, & my back really did hurt alot. Apparently was sleeping wrong due to the strange dream.