Weird dream

So, Gordon and I were in this really small town, attending some kind of pagany workshop weekend at the local college campus. It was a cold and flat little area of the country. At first I though it was Lubbock, but it was more remote and smaller, like some distant town in South Dakota or something (though I don't think South Dakota is flat, but I'm really not sure). Anyway, we had gotten out of one particular workshop and I wandered into the choir room, where some Christians were practicing for a Christmas program. It was going to be 'A Cowboy Christmas' and they were singing a re-written version of 'The Holly and the Ivy' and the line that traditionally goes 'the rising of the Sun, and the running of the deer' instead went something like 'a plate of pinto beans and half a can of beer.' I was amused, and hung out and listened for awhile. Then I wandered out to the hallway, which had a long picture window facing East. It was overcast and windy outside, and the Sun was setting. I heard a low roaring sound, like a plane was flying in too low, so me and one or two other people peered out the window trying to see the plane.

The sound grew louder, so I went outside to see what was going on. The plane broke through the clouds, headed towards us... I watched in horror as it flew right over the building I was just in and heard it crash somewhere behind it. I and the few other people who had been watching this started running in the opposite direction as fast as we could. We feared that there would be an explosion, building collapse or something we didn't want to be close to, even though the tallest building on the campus was 2 stories high/ This is another reason I know this wasn't Lubbock, because I stayed in the dorms (in band camp, yes) at Texas Tech which were many stories tall. Anyway, so we jogged off to the East, and I remember climbing, and getting tired, but I kept going until I reached a plateau of sorts.

I remember standing there panting. Thinking 'Gods, we all thought the 9-11 attacks were it, but if they're sending planes after rinky-dink colleges, there must be planes going down all over the country.' I began weeping. I had no radio or anything, so I felt disconnected from the rest of the world and my imagination ran wild thinking of all the destruction that could be happening and I had no way of knowing about it. People straggled up the hill we were standing on, and it had grown dark. Gordon appeared, and I gave him a big hug- I was very glad to see him, and that he was alright. I told him so and that I loved him. He said the plane had just missed hitting his van, and there in the gloom I remember chuckling because he sounded indignant- I think he was trying to cheer me up. Suddenly there was an explosion that destroyed a large portion of the campus. I thought 'shit, my purse is in my room! If it burns up I'll have no ID, no plane tickets to get back home...' I watched in horror as a large fireball from the explosion send chunks of debris everywhere. People were trying to fight the fire, which was spreading to other parts of the campus. Then I woke up.

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I hate UTIs. I get them at least once a year, sometimes once a season. I was pleasantly surprised by the Nurse Practitioner that my primary care doc has working with him- she did not make me go to the stupid lab 10 blocks away to have a UA that would tell her what I already know. She wrote my script and sent me on my way.

Now I just wait for the drugs to work.

You know that feeling when you drink 6 cups of coffee and you're in the car and you don't want to stop driving so you continue driving until your bladder almost explodes and you finally stop? That excruciating moment right before you start to urinate? That's how I've felt since I woke up this morning. Sorry if it's TMI, but I can tell you that reading about it ain't near as bad as living it, pal.