Nightmare

I just dreamt that I was in a plane and it was crashing. And even though we were cruising at altitude with the door open, and the cabin looked an awful lot like someone's living room, and my friend was piloting the plane, I totally believed it was real. And I thought I was going to die. So I closed my eyes and got in that hunched over position, and waited for death. It was so real. The pull of G forces, the sight of the ground getting closer through wispy clouds, the sound of the wind rushing, the sense of doom.

Then I finally eased out of sleep and realized that I was in fact in my cozy bed and my arm was asleep.

Unfortunately, because of jet lag and the adrenaline from thinking that I was dying, I am wide awake. Last night I managed to stay awake until 10pm. The night before, I crapped out at 8pm, missing a dinner party and seeing friends.

Oh, and on an unrelated note, I found out yesterday that I can adjust my Powerbook trackpad so that I can click on things by hitting the trackpad twice. You know, just like on PC laptops. This would have been especially useful information a year ago when, out of habit, I kept tapping on the damn thing. Oh well, better late than never, I suppose.