I woke up nervous today and can't figure out why. It's a nothing day, off work and myself to myself, but I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach normally reserved for first dates or annual reviews or uneasy meetings with a friend I haven't seen in a while.
When I was young my mother used to call them 'growing pains' and I would think she said 'groin pains'. "But there's nothing wrong with my groin, it's my stomach."
It's a tightening to the core, borne of a bad dream. We were all let go. In reality we had a fairly encouraging meeting in work yesterday, in my head the alarm bell won't silence so I dreamt we were given five minutes to vacate the building while the company owner lay weeping and swaying in some made up corner chair.
Hopefully we dream in opposites, and definitely I should not have watched 'Manhunter' last night when I got back from the pub. Those fucking synths can only lead to foreboding.