Ok, well, it wasn't stormy, but my mind was brewing up lotsa fun again. I was outside my mom's house and got robbe at gunpoint. I did exactly what I thought I'd do in the situation- laugh. I only had a few bucks on me, but a few credit cards, too. The robber looked and sounded a lot like Christopher Eccleston. (He was Claude from Heroes and The Carpenter from Gone in 60 Seconds, both of which I'd thought about yesterday, so not totally a surprise there.)
I remember acting stupid and being scared, even after he was 'done' and let us go, I was still looking over my back as I went into the house. I think I got yelled at for a smartass comment, though I don't remember what it was now. It woke me up, and I could still feel the adrenaline and my heart pumping.
It did make me do something I've thought about doing for a little while- I cleared some stuff out of my wallet that I don't use regularly. For example, I don't go to Best Buy that often, so I took out my Best Buy credit card. I can grab it when I know I'm going there and need it... and when I'm not, it's one less card to worry about if my wallet was stolen. I can't get rid of everything, but cutting down what's 'valuable' but not useful in most situations will help a little. It's not like I wouldn't cancel them as soon as possible anyway, but it's not something you think about until it happens.
I don't know what's made me so paranoid. I've never been mugged, never had house or car broken into, etc. I've always been slightly irked at flying, but the trip to MD for Dan's wedding was really nerve-wracking, too. The basement can freak me out at times now, depending on my mindset. Hell, a few times I've watched Heroes, I've gotten really creeped out and twitchy over any noise coming from the kitchen/etc. I don't know what's gotten into me or changed, but I'm not happy with it....
I just sent in paperwork for state-sponsored Medicaid (and covering my Medicare payments). There's a clinic a few blocks from here that I picked as my primary care agent, so I'll stop in at some point and give them a heads-up. I'm all for an active imagination, but not when it leaves me waking up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding.