i had to get up at 5:00 this morning to take a friend to the airport, and since i've been suffering from heightened insomnia this whole week, i didn't get to sleep until about 2:30. therefore, when my alarm went off i was still in the midst of my REM sleep, i think.
i was having a dream that i was walking down a very busy retail street near my house, talking on my phone to a good friend of mine who lives in north carolina that i haven't seen in about 2 years. suddenly i was aware of a presence above me, in the sky, and thunderous sound like a tornado. i looked up only to see a space shuttle (literally) free-falling through the atmosphere and come crashing down in a ball of flames and destruction on top of a whataburger (seriously). the building exploded, and complete pandemonium ensued on the street. people were screaming and running everywhere, cars began all crashing into one another, and flames were shooting out in all directions. i got caught up in a mob of people running away from the wreckage, but somehow a weird barrier had been put up on the street, and they weren't letting people go through.
and then it occurred to me that i was wearing nothing but a pair of red Hanes briefs. i was a little embarrassed, but mostly i was afraid i was going to die. and before i could give it much more thought, more stuff started falling from the sky. a huge wing from a jet fell (but not the rest of the plane, which was MIA) and landed on some condominiums behind a blockbuster, along with a flaming engine. all from a clear blue sky.
and then my alarm went off.
when i went to pick up my friend, i told her about the dream, which she didn't appreciate, since she was about to get on a giant plane and fly to new york. i didn't think of that.