081413 #worm Hey, maybe this is a dream. Maybe this orange crescendo of restive voices rounding the corner in the rear-view mirror is the product of a cold, caffeine-farting, bad-mouth-tasting, nodding-off-without-even-realizing-it, thank-god-I'm-not-driving dream. Some fraction of this dream is the recurring kind; I've seen these people before. Oh, not these exact people, but at least their collective face in other mobs. You don't forget that kind of anger. You see it more and more often these days--that is, if you've allowed yourself to see it at all. Anyone who hasn't, at least they're starting to sense something, or else they're totally not paying attention.