Lame Nightmares

When people think of nightmares, I think they think of running away from clowns, unseen monsters, and a general sense of fear and foreboding.  I wish to God I had those sort of nightmares more often, since I find them adventurous.  Instead I get nightmares like being late to work.  I don't even view public nudity as a nightmare, usually because I'm the only one that notices I'm naked.  Other than being fat and having some serious big tummy issues, I get on OK with being naked, but being late?

Heaven help me I can't stand being late to work.  Nothing gives me more anxiety.

I think "Oh, God, I'm going to get written up.  My boss is going to be so disappointed in me.  My co-worker is probably starving right now."  Of course, this time I find myself living in this townhouse.  It's totally attached and a corner home.  It's actually nice, like, really nice.  (I had a lot of dreams that I was crazy rich all night, or at least my folks were.)  It was the sort of place you'd drool over in House Hunters or Property Virgins.  But, the night before I had to park a little farther away from the house and then my car was gone.  I was already 40 minutes late for work, and I find that my car has been towed.

Horrible.  I thought I was going to lose it.

Which is kind of odd, since if I'm going to be late for work I just call out.  Rather use sick time than be at work and still get written up.  Yes, I am that sort of person.

I also had a dream that a bunch of stuff fell on my neck that I had to categorize, but that was just Rascal kicking me in the neck.  So not cool.

I decided that I am going to tear up the Mary Sue LitmusTest later.  Should be fun.  And by later I mean I'm going to do some of it today.