i keep having these dreams...

i have these recurring dreams...the first in the series that really gave me pause was the one i had about my molars falling out. i've heard conflicting opinions as to what that means, including the possibility that i am sexually frustrated, or that i am creating an intricate web of lies that's about to be found out. the latter would be an interesting development, as whatever lies i'm caught in are pretty much news to me.

last night i got the greatest hit of all time on repeat: plane crashes. i'm never involved in these things, merely bearing witness. last night there were six of them falling out of the sky somewhere in queens. landing approximately fifty yards from the house where my friends and i were celebrating a housewarming. only one plane exploded, and we all survived. roos was there, and we shared a cab back to brooklyn, after traversing miles and miles ofwinding subway tunnels cordoned off with plastic sheeting. the theory behind this symbol is that i'm feeling helpless, being just a spectator as thousands of people plummet to their deaths.

i suppose that makes sense. i've always said that my subconscious is far savvier than the rest of me.