So, the stress from the insurance thing really disproportionately got to me somehow, and I took a long nap to try to reset myself. But I woke up even more anxious than before, and was wondering why...

...until just now, when I remembered that I'd been dreaming I was in some kind of tour bus that went off an elevated highway in (!!METAPHOR ALERT!!) Washington State that just kinda... stopped. In the dream, they were built such that you were supposed to just kinda aim right and (!!METAPHOR ALERT!!) land on another highway on your own. But it was "okay" because if you missed, you "just" went straight into the water. But we missed and we went falling.

We all got out of the bus OK, but I got separated from the rest and got to the surface while the rest were lost in some weird flooded bridge/tunnel underpass. But I didn't have a phone, and the only other people around looked really sketchy and dangerous, so I just ran on home as fast as I could and didn't even think about the others until I got back. I felt super-guilty and just curled up into a ball and worried for a while.

I think that's where some tiny conscious fragment of my brain kicked in and went "wait, this just isn't gonna work," and pulled a deus ex machina. This turned out to be a lovably degenerate mirror-universe version of the crystal gems who, instead of being based on precious stones, were all named for various bits of refuse: "Soot," "Dirt," "Trash," "Detritus," and so forth. Detritus, aka Scuzzy Fake Peridot, was particularly ratty-adorable. They had saved everyone after I bolted.

So I think it mostly worked out in my favor. Thanks, brain, for the last-minute save.