I then dreamed about playing a VR game where I went through this desert canyon type area, and then I came upon some sort of cube-shaped structure, where, at each corner, a 3D Strong Bad had to tell me something.
Then I did something to crash the game and had to walk through it again, and this guy helped me go through it up to the point where the game crashed.
After talking to the four Strong Bads, I continued wandering, heading back toward Marin, as a dinosaur. I had to constantly check my map, and my fellow dinosaurs had trouble navigating the mazelike terrain.
Then I (as a human) came across this ledge facing the ocean at night, where all the webcartoonists in the entire world had been encased in small cubes and stacked and boarded up behind some flimsy cement wall. The water down below was ice cold, but my friends and I had to save all the webcartoonists, so we started hacking away at the cement walls, and then the cartoonists (in the style in which they draw themselves) started pouring out and falling into the ocean in masses. Once the ocean was filled with brightly-colored cartoonists, I shouted at the top of my lungs for them to swim east so as to not freeze. I shouted so loud that I got an echo of the same volume from across the bay (yes, all of a sudden the ocean had turned into the San Francisco Bay.)
My alarm clock woke me up, and my headache was gone.