Wednesday, July 14, 2004

 
I had the worst dream last night. I hate flying and every time the time to fly again comes closer I start to have dreams. Usually it involves me having to go in one of those very small planes. You know the kind that will only seat about six people and there is nothing much between you and the pilot. This time it was an extra long plane. It was like an extra section had been added onto it and the joint between the two could bend. I was in the second section and so could see the front of the plane turning before we did. It was horrible. I knew in my dream that there was no way this could work but the dream wouldn't stop.


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