Stop Signs

You ever have one of those days where one weird thing after another happens, all related but totally unexpected, like someone tipped over the first domino in your domino chain before you finished building it?

It started with a dream about me being in a car crash. In a white Acura. (I own a black Pontiac.) In the dream, I had a fender bender with a family member and his family in their car on the Gowanus Expressway and my car was totaled. Like it hit a pole at 80 MPH. But all that happened to cause the crash was a lane change at maybe 15 MPH. Nobody was hurt, and the dream ended with me greeting the other family in their car, cause it was a family who I liked and haven't seen in a long time.

I got to work in the morning and turned on my computer. My homepage is set to Netscape.com, and in one of the daily tidbits of trivial bait to win over my click, it offered: "Which Signs Are the Best Drivers? And the Worst?" From that article, came this:
The number one worst drivers were Geminis, "typically described as restless, easily bored and frustrated by things moving slowly," explained Warren Duke, Suncorp's national manager of personal insurance. "They had more car accidents than any other sign."
Needless to say, I, am a Gemini.

About a half hour later, I had this IM conversation:
*********: wanna come over and drink!?!?!
TheBigKL: i would still have to drive
*********: you don't have to drive if you need to just crash!!!

Uh... did I mis-read that?

For the record, I've never been in an accident, asides from that cement pole that hit the side of my car while I was parking in a lot. (It came out of nowhere-I swear.) It's been a full day and a half and a hundred miles later, and no bad signs since. And I'll take that as a sign that I have at least a few dominoes left standing.