Metaphorical dreaming

Last night I went to bed early because of a migraine.  At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and take my dogs out for "last call".  When I was back in bed I hurt so much everywhere I just cried and then this is what I dreamed:

I had a sink and around it kept filling with these filthy, sludgy, dirty pots and pans full of pain.  The contents were different nasty colors (imagine the colors of things that come out of different places on your body when you are sick).  No matter what I did the pots and pans of pain just continued to pile up and pile up.  Eventually I just gave up on trying to keep up with it.

That was very artistic and such of my brain to dream like that and I'm quite proud of it for it.  However, I'd prefer to never see all those pots and pans again.  They were gross and in my dream I felt each one.  They were each a different kind of pain, unique and separate.  And they wouldn't go away.