I dreamed last night that I bought two little baby sharks at the grocery store -- all wrapped up like packages of smoked salmon, except that they were whole entire sharks -- and then let a stranger drive me to a different grocery store, all the while stressing out about having left my sharks to start going off in my car that I had left in the parking lot of the first grocery store, and also how was I going to get home from the second grocery store?

My anxiety dreams are just French tests and breaking my ankle!