Sometimes I’m anxious without knowing that I’m anxious.
Last night I had the following anxiety-ridden dreams:
- First, I dreamt that someone (most likely my downstairs neighbors) had knocked over my wormbin in the basement. Worms were making a run for it and escaping down the basement drain. I swore up a storm, which caused my neighbor to come down and tell me I was stupid for having worms. The good thing was that, once I righted the bin, the worms started coming back. Also, the worms were HUGE and a bit gross.
- I finished the skirt on my Duster (yay!), but when I tried it on, it didn’t fit at all and looked horrible (damn!).
I hope neither dream comes true.