stiff neck, lobster, cousin in shoe shop

Had the worst sleep last night in weeks.

I pulled a few neck muscles with the reckless playing during captain's ball yesterday.
Getting to sleep was such a pain, lol, considering how I often sleep sideways.

When I finally got to sleep, I was assaulted by all sorts of random dreams.
There was this one where I was living in an area in China where baby lobsters scurry
across the rooftops of our humble houses. Then I saw this handy contraption:
2 plastic bottles attached together by a stick with a baby lobster caught in each bottle.

They looked really harmless and I was bringing them out to the market to sell.
As I was walking I noticed that the contraption wasn't that handy after all, as the lobsters were able to inch their way out of the opening.
Soon they were in a frenzy, scampering wildly up the bottle and attempting to escape.
So I shook the contraption up and down, each time it went up the stick moves low enough to bump
the heads of the lobsters, throwing them back down the bottle.

Which really pissed them off.

Now raging, they made their way up, unrelenting, undaunted by all the head-bumping. One of them made a heroic lunge at my fingers and its claws snapped on tight. It was pulling its mouth towards my fingers. Then I saw it, its jaws open (I know that lobsters have nothing remotely as big as what was in my dream) exposing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. The claws pulled the lobster onto my finger and I felt the tip of its mouth rest on my tender skin. Fear swept across me as I braced myself for an impending bite...

But I wasn't about to give up, grabbing the body of the lobster with my free hand, I attempted to yank my finger away. The lobster held on tightly, its vice-like grip was impeccable.
However, by this junction I have already lost my mind. Yanking harder than ever, I tugged and pulled until...
comically, the upper body of the lobster, along with the claws and its head flew off, now stuck motionlessly to my finger and I burst out laughing.

and then I woke up, a phantom pain still emanating from my finger.

But I was dragged back into various other dreams. One with a mysterious shrinking wrist band which shrunk till it almost severed my hand from my arm... and another where after helping a girl escape from a village after her life I went to hide at my cousin's shoe shop. Only to receive a call from my dad, berating me for not making it home to celebrate my sister's birthday.

Ah dreams.