The night I dreamed that I had an epic street fight with Halle Berry in the parking lot of a 7-11, after which she stole my car just as a chemical-biological terrorist attack rolled in to wipe out me and every other person in sight, I realized that I might have just the slightest fear issues. (I currently have no issues with Halle Berry. She would never want my dented Volkswagen, anyway.)
The really bizarre thing, though, is that chemical-biological terrorism is a very real possibility in this place I've come to call home. So are bomb threats, shootings, political scandal, and blue collar crime. They're so possible that we've adopted some level of fear as normal, like a background song called "National Paranoia" that has played for so long that you've stopped noticing it.