I'm losin it.

So I was driving home today (happy homecoming, Kelsey, we're glad you're here), and I had some terrible...daydreams? Nightmares? Technically there were night dreams cause it was dark out..which is why they were creepy, but that's confusing. Anyway I'll call them.. daymares, so as not to confuse anyone...anyone being myself.

Alright now that that's settled. I was on my way home from St. Peter when the little light came on to tell me that my gas tank was too low to make it all the way home.  I pulled into a Shell and filled up the tank.  Now, this was a creepy little place at night.  The store itself was all locked up so you had no choice but to pay outside, and there was just one car parked in the far, dark side of the lot.

So I filled my car like normal, no problems.  I put in $15.23, I remember.  But then as I was waiting for my receipt, a chill ran up my spine, and I was suddenly panic-stricken.  I grabbed the receipt and jumped in my front seat, locking the door as soon as it slammed.  I could not turn the key fast enough.  At that moment, I was fully convinced that I was going to die.  I knew that right outside my car, a hobo with a bloody face and crooked and broken yellow teeth was waiting to snatch me.  He had a crowbar and would break my passenger side window, grab me, and slice me open.  My blood would cover the snow-packed ground. 

This two-minute hysteria encompassed the single-most irrational fear I have ever experienced.  First, a hobo? Really, Kelsey? Roaming the local St. Peter gas-stations. Naturally.  Also, of course he would have his handy dandy crowbar at the ready, you could tell he'd had his practice cause he was already covered in blood....

It didn't even end there.  I stopped by Cub when I was almost home to pick up some Fat Free French Vanilla Coffeemate Creamer for my parental units, and I had a similar daymare.  There were two men standing under the lights on the other side of the parking lot, and when I saw them, I literally ran to my car, jumped in, and lock the door.  I sucked in the cold breath of safety, but I had to get away quick, cause they, of course, were after me too.  I could see them, or little flashes of them, banging on the car windows, screaming at me, struggling to get in.  Again, I was completely terrified.

Weird. I mean, I know when I was younger I was scared of being kidnapped, and when I would go out to put the garbage can on the end of the driveway I'd sing songs about God being bigger than the boogieman to make myself feel better. But this? This is a little much even for me.