Dare to Dream

I had very strange dreams last night. Crazy dreams. One was kinda good, one was weird and bad but not anywhere near night terror kind of bad.

◇The good one was about football.
Not NFL though.
Recreational League.
Apparently I decided to join a league, on a team with several of the people I used to play league volleyball with, and we played in a massive year-end weekend tournament. The dream mostly took place at the wind-up banquet. My original position was wide receiver (just like my Dad in real life), and I was pretty damn good. I wound up getting 4th overall in the league for that position (out of men and women). Then, some key players didn't show up, so I had to fill in on defense as well. I got 6th overall as a defensive tackle. (This was a very specific dream). I received some cash, a prize, and then some extra raffle tickets to put in as many of the 10 raffle prize boxes I liked.
I never did get that far in the dream.
I was handed my prize and envelope for 6th overall, smiled, went back to my table, and woke up!◇

Sometimes vivid dreams become intense and frightening, especially after taking a certain medication. This one, however, turned out to be just plain fun.

I had a fairly awful sleep overnight. I was up multiple times for the washroom - my intestines are downright ticked off, despite the fact that I stuck to Boost, rice, and apple sauce all day - and I got paranoid a few times. Medication oops.
Then this morning, as my alarm went off to take my medication, I was reluctant to move. I had FINALLY found a comfortable position, and I knew that if I just simply turned off my alarm and closed my eyes, I would be back asleep immediately.
I cannot miss my medications though, otherwise my entire day is messed up.
Just as I was about to say 'screw it' and fall blissfully back into an actually solid slumber, my intestines woke up.
They woke up brutally.
One intense intestinal cramp followed by me springing out of bed and hobbling like lightning to the washroom in order to avoid a reeeeeally bad morning definitely had me far too awake to fall back asleep.

My days are usually so uneventful!! Why do my nights have to be so busy?
At least I had some good dreams sprinkled in with my usual nightmares.

The question now is, do I try and sleep for a couple more hours, or accept defeat and force myself to get up and get moving?