I had this nightmare last night that I was being terrorized, and ultimately, possessed, by Pee Wee Herman. (I like Pee Wee Herman and it was still a terrifying dream!)

I've been thinking about this dream all day and it finally hit me. It's a metaphor for how some of the anxieties that grip me are, in the end, ridiculous. They are no less terrifying for being ridiculous - for example, how many times have I known, without a doubt, that my plane was going to crash? - but still.

Or maybe it was just a mistake to watch Pee Wee's Big Adventure while on acid when I was 19.