Dreams really do come true

On the bus this morning, I had one of those waking nightmares. This is how it played out in my mind: as I was sitting there on the crowded bus, I blinked and my right contact blinked out of my eye onto the dirt-encrusted floor. The people entering the bus ground it to a fine powder.

I visibly grimaced at this horrible thought and determined to put drops in my eyes to ward off any unwanted blinking-out of contacts today.

I forgot the drops by the time I stumbled into the library (it was very cold this morning; my joints were stiff).

As I was driving home from Kelly's house tonight, I was about 2 minutes away from my house, pulling up to a flashing red light, when I blinked my right contact out of my eye. It stuck to my eyelashes, so I quickly plucked it up and deposited it into the safest place at the moment - my mouth. I have hard contacts, so it's not quite as disgusting (okay, yes it is, but this is what they taught me to do when I got my contacts in 3rd grade).

My vision is bad overall, especially at night. But I tried manuevering my car home as best I could. (I may have once shut my left eye, the one with a contact, just to see if I could have made it home without vision correction - not a good choice.) I almost hit a couple of the yellow "narrow road" signs, along with their speed bumps and weird road-narrowing curbs.

I don't know if I've ever had one of my day-time nightmares come true before; granted, this wasn't exactly the same - my contact was not crushed by mud-caked shoes - but it was oddly similar.