We're not gonna' take it!

I think I'm suffering from anxiety about my impending move. Last night, I dreamt that when I awoke, one of my apartment walls was missing. The rain was pouring in and I was cold. I went to call my landlady and had a difficult time finding the number and pressing the buttons on the phone. I hate that when that happens in a dream. My hands were shaking so much.

When I reached my landlady, before I could get a word in about the missing wall, she began to accuse me of subletting and having my boyfriend over far too much. "Of course, you two work together," she stated in her accusatory tone. (As if that mattered!) "No, no we don't!" I professed.
She told me she was going to raise the rent because I was a loud person, and I had broken the subletting rules.
I woke up before I could tell her about the wall.
Drat!

This dream also comes on the tails of a scary car moment that occurred yesterday. My car decided to pull a Steven King "Christine" moment and start accelerating uncontrollably all by itself. That wasn't fun. My mechanic says that all should be well now, but while it was happening, I was one freaked out chicka!

There are moments in your life you just don't expect and can't control - that make your heart race and your breathing fierce - like your apartment wall disappearing, or your car deciding to drive all by itself.
When those times hit, I think it's best to do what I did yesterday - pull over and call for help. Or, wake yourself the fuck up and realize that "Hey, that lady is a big cup of crazy and I don't have to take that shit!" Sometimes I forget that part, the waking myself up part and I just take it. I'm gonna' try to pull over way more often.