It is not ruled out that my eyes were open

Scorpio Full Moon coming on this weekend. I know it's stupid as hell, but I've been dreading and lusting for this particular lunar occurrence for months. I imagine I can already feel its sinister power twisting in my belly.

There was strange weather when I drove to and from school last night. On the way there, it was sunny enough, and then I hit Afton Mountain and the strangest, thickest swirling white cloud. It was such a physical presence on the mountain that I rolled down my windows and it entered my car and got in my hair.

By the time I was driving back, the weather had cleared in the valley, but the deserted back roads were still steaming and wet. I had to slam on the breaks to avoid hitting a baby fox, and when he'd dashed across the road and saw me stopped, he looped back to stand on the opposite bank of the road and stare me down with electric green eyeshine. By the time I reached Afton again, the earlier cloud had settled into the thickest fog I've ever seen, and I swear to you, I practically felt my way up blind.