Any plan where you lose your hat

Rough night of sleeping last night. This was my dream: Apparently mission street was closed down for some sort of parade (mix between mummers and day of the dead). Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer were at a house with us in San Francisco making preparations for a party/concert which I volunteered to cook for, but was shot down (no offense really). Then there was some discussion about the shortening of words for text messages which turned into a discussion about the A- I got in a college english class because I spelled colour and favourite with an added U...the brittish way. At some point we were all in the kitchen and Neil was preparing chicken breasts for grilling and Amanda was laying on the counter reading. I eventually left and ended up walking down the street where I was caught in the parade. There were people there with protest signs and shaving cream writing messages in the street. As I was walking down the street, I became part of a game on a trolly car. we were part of the last group, but I couldn't participate because I was in so much pain. Apparently each time I breathed in, my muscles around my waist and stomach area would tense up so bad as to cause contractions and severe pain. (I don't know what to attribute that to except maybe my snoring, but how would that effect my lower abdomen?) The pain became so intense that I was literally screaming in my dream, and I think that's what woke me up. (This has happened to me before in my dreams. Several times in fact.)

A bit of explanation:
1) Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer were discussing Neil's birthday on twitter before I went to sleep.
2) I had recently watched a wedding show where the mummer's parade was discussed, and the day of the dead parade was just last week.
3) I have been wanting to cook for a large group of people for a long time, and that seems to be something that isn't going to happen...even in my dreams.

Whatever this is...it can go away now.