Last night I had a dream which I remember very few details of except a pervasive and insecapable knowledge of having lost my keys. This went through the entire span of the dream, significant and unsettling enough that when I woke up I had to triple-check my pants just to make sure they were there.

Later, on my way to a doctor's appointment, I remembered the dream and slapped my pants to check if they were in my pocket. They were not! Shock and horror engulfed me for the brief moment that it took me to realize that they were in the ignition.

I am so uncool.