Sitting in my car makes me feel like a student.

Which I am not. A student, that is. No, legally and professionally I am supposed to be an adult, which really makes this weird spate of nightmares I've been having kind of frustrating. 

I can't even tell you what they are, either, because I am categorically horrible at remembering dreams of any kind. I did have one last Sunday that I sort of remember (though I'm not clear if this started my nightmare streak or was just particularly notable) where I was on a plane full of people who had ~seen something~ and were being murdered because of it, so I had to escape from this person with an ax. 

Yaaay.

I suspect my cause for that nightmare is one too many thrillers lately; the basic premise for most films seems to generally be "person sees thing person should not have seen - RETRIBUTION", so I don't really need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out. 

But now I'm at the point where, this morning, I woke up in a panic, but with absolutely no idea why or what I'd been dreaming that was so upsetting. Even now I feel off, and I'm about to walk into my classroom to teach. What the heck?

Honestly, I've always had a creepy, overactive imagination, but if the price of adulthood is that early onset brain leakage (of the unsettling, "wtf was THAT?!" kind), I'd like to turn in my grownup membership. Sheesh.