I dreamed that I died last night and on my way home tonight I almost did. The funny thing about this is, just before it happened, I was thinking, "Wouldn't it be funny if that dream was a warning and I actually died tonight? Ooooh."

Yeah.

And so there I was at the stop sign before the curvy (and rain-wet) on-ramp, and I was thinking, "Dammit, I'm gonna miss West Wing." So I took that curve much too fast... and I knew it too! But the genius was thinking, "What could possibly happen? Theo flip over? Haha-Ha!"

Well he didn't. He hydroplaned. Across the two lanes of the 123.

Oh fuck! Oh god! I can't believe this is happening AGAIN!! Not this same shit again!! Whyyy?? Maybe I'm going to die this time. Oh FUCK I'm going to hit that white truck! This is going to be ugly! Fuck fuck fuck!!! MISSED the truck!!! Oh FUCK but now I'm going to crash into the center divider instead! Theo will be disfigured! My poor car, godammit!! I'm so sorry Theo!!! Did NOT crash into the divider!!! But fuck FUCK now I'm swerving wildly in the middle of the freeway! I'm going to hit a car I just know it! Oncoming traffic's going to mow into me, Theo will be ruined!!! and I'm going to die! FUCK! I can't believe this is happening! To me!! AGAIN!!! 

But luckily, not a scratch.