I think I must have some sort of PTSD from 911. I woke up with a start this morning, after dreaming briefly that there had been a major plane crash and all the highways were closed. It was SO REAL, even though it was just a between-the-snoozes dream! Everyone who was being shown on TV in the dream was wearing weird colors. The woman who was the "face" of the crash, you know, the stupid thing that the media do when they get a good picture of someone panicking -- they plaster it all over everything -- anyway, it was a black woman with long hair wearing a peach suit. I would recognize her on the street if I ran into her.
Perhaps I need therapy.
At least it wasn't real. (Though I would have liked to sleep in this morning.)
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