Swarmin' in

I just recently started omitting the www before I type in a website address. I don't know why it took me so long.

I was out yesterday and saw one of those flags advertising an event on a city lamp post, and it said "Disco Very". And I thought, well yes, disco is very! But upon closer inspection, the sign was advertising the museum, and it was because the pole had split the word in two, and was in fact meant to read as "Discovery".

This morning, I woke up and went outside still carrying my pillow. I didn't know where I was, but I knew that I needed to get to work. I crossed this multi-lane, busy road with cars racing by. A bunch of them stopped for me as I almost neared the other side of the road, but they didn't honk. Then I realized I needed to backtrack and try to get back home. So I crossed back over the road, and as I got to the other side I fell. I couldn't move my legs, and a van was closing in on me. I had expected it to stop or veer out of the way, but the driver was clearly irritated that there was a pedestrian on the road where they shouldn't be, and they kept driving towards me. I tried dragging myself out of the way, and prepared to feel the pain of the van running over my feet.

Then I woke up.

Yup, this is the new theme of my nightmares: being discombobulated beyond belief. It's gone from this fear that I haven't graduated from college, or that I have had to move back home and resume my high school job of working in a movie theatre, to this. Losing control. And not in a good, Missy Elliot featuring Ciara "Lose Control" way. Dios mio, yg.