Dreams: I woke up at 4:45 AM as startled as if someone had shaken me awake. I had been having a hotel/vacation dream (both of which are consistent themes in my dream life). First, I was away with my aunt and uncle, somewhere in the Pacific northwest, I believe. The place we were staying was surrounded by towering evergreens. There was a steep slope to get to the lodge and we stepped onto a platform that turned into an elevator that took us downward. It was more like a levitator – we almost floated off the floor when it took off down the slope. The dream morphed into being a high rise hotel with my husband, Rebecca and a friend of hers. We had a balcony that had a railing topped by some sort of black rubber tubing. Rebecca’s friend stepped out onto the balcony and immediately fell over the railing to her certain death. The Rebecca stepped out, and before I could stop her, she too had plummeted over the side. I ran down to the base of the hotel and found Rebecca lying face down on a gurney. She didn’t look battered or bruised or bloodied, and opened one eye partially and said something to me. She sat up and said she thought she must have been hurt between her shoulders and her waist because that’s where the pain was.

Dreams like that always bother me disproportionately, and put me in a dark temper for a long time afterwards. I nearly hit a driver who wouldn’t let me merge onto a highway as I was driving to the airport this morning, and then snarled at all the passengers on the plane when I couldn’t find a place for my pocketbook and briefcase. In my favor, the little shit who was driving was so angry, she roared around me on the shoulder and cut off a big truck to get back onto the road. And the guy who is sitting next to me on the plane saw that I was about to put my pocketbook in the overhead bin (I’m in a bulkhead seat) and intentionally jammed his stuff in first. Fucking dickhead asshole. Now he’s wiping his snotty nose all over the place, probably infecting us all with some form of the avian flu.