ouch

ever since i got back from england i've been dreaming about planes. mostly i've been having sort of anxious dreams that we get on the plane and there are turbulents [edit: apparently this should be "turbulence" according to someone i know... and dictionary.com] and i'm worried that we'll crash, but we don't.

last night i dreamed that we had to take this tiny cramped staircase that was more like a ladder up to where we were sitting, sort of like it was a double decker bus instead of a plane. we had to climb past people who were already in their seats, and the whole thing was very claustrophobic. usually in this dream we get to our seats before the plane takes off, but this time the plane took off while we were still climbing, and then it veered horribly to the right and for some reason i could see outside as the ground approached at a dizzying speed. we managed not to hit the ground nose-first, but the belly of the plane scraped along the ground and actually scraped entirely off. for some reason now we were in our seats and were about to have our legs ripped off by the ground rushing past when i awoke, at 5am.

argh, i say.