As the Prophecy.
So last night I had some sort of weird mini-nightmare in which one of my contacts tore in half, and it was the only pair I had left. In the dream I remember admonishing myself because I knew I was on my last pair, but I still hadn't gone to get new contacts, which is shamefully true to real life, actually. I guess it's kind'a silly to have a mini-nightmare over contacts, but my eyes are so maladjusted to my glasses that it makes focusing in them practically impossible, unless I've been wearing them for about a week straight. Which never happens, because I don't have that sort of patience and I like being able to see. I'm not blind in them, but my vision is definitely wonky, and so I really really don't like driving in glasses unless it's an emergency, and even so just for a trip to work, or the store, or someplace nearby.
I also had a bizarre Torchwood-ish dream about some Pulse-like orb that was giving me cool telepathic and telekinetic powers, but was making me increasingly dependent on the energy gain. And a bit paranoid, too. But that's really beside the point.
Anyways ...
... I woke up this morning and went to put my contacts in, and the right lens was missing about a 5 mm sliver off the edge, and there was a tear through about the outer third of the contact.
D'oh.
Not the kind of prophetic dreams I would have wanted, yo! And by the way, I'm supposed to drive home this weekend for Easter, and oh guess what, my optometrist doesn't stock my brand of contacts in my powers, so wouldn't you know it, they have to be ordered, which will take about three to five days.
Which means a drive home in glasses. At night. And then the whole weekend in them, too.
DO NOT WANT.
>_<