Wow. Only two more days. And I'll be on the road. (Or the tracks, for all you literalists.) I'm all packed and ready; just a few small things to run and get from the store.
I had a dream last night that I drove off a bridge. I was in a car at night with the guy who was my first kiss, and all of a sudden the car started fishtailing and then fishtailed right off this bridge that was so long and so far off the ground (no water underneith) that I couldn't see the bottom. Then this free-fall-pit-of-your-sto mach feeling, and I woke up clutching my sheets and shaking.
I wonder if the dream is some sort of unconscious representation of a fear I have concerning this trip.


[b]But at least I'm not going to be riding on something like this![/b]