feeling much better, i must say.
mmm.
i had a dream tho. i was on the phone with cxa, the call was dropping as usual, on a rooftop terrace somwhere in chicago. i look down i see this flat rectangular plane(?) some sort of flying object anyway, and its dropping lower and lower and i'm telling cxa 'what the fuck is this plane doing?' as the -ing crosses my lips it crashes into the building on the corner. i'm screaming, 'c, c help me!' i guess cause he's on the phone, because there's nothing really he can do from DC is there? i look up and see a plane break in two from the middle, it's night and it looks like fireworks in the sky. i still have the phone to my ear and i tell c 'i dont know if you can hear me but if i die know that i love you' i run down the stairs out onto the street where a bus is dropping people off at the corner. about 6 or 8 punk rock kids get off the bus and i look at them panicked, and all they have to say about the situation is, 'this fucking blows, i wanted to see op ivy.' (note-i dont know what the relevance of that is either. anyway-) they seem amused that i am upset that aircraft are blowing up. i run down the street back to my apartment as smoke and police cars are rushing down the street, the streetlights look particularly yellow, i run into a recessed doorway as i see another plane explode, extreme feelings of terror and helplessness, and then i woke up.