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Last week I had a dream about being out and thrifting with another person (maybe a woman) and finding some cool bags of yarn and embroidery thread. It was very vague but happy, and I love shopping dreams that are that way.

We left the store and were driving down a road very similar to one by my early childhood home when I looked up and saw a large passenger plane about 500 feet in the air deploy a colorful parachute out of the empennage (the tail end) ala space shuttles when landing. I turned to my companion and told her that plane was going to crash, and we needed to get out of there. She seemed paralyzed, and then the plane looped around and crashed just ahead of us. The world then exploded.

I woke up with my heart hammering in my chest, like it had actually happened.

I've had crash dreams before now, and they're unsettling. I don't think the FAA is going to start putting parachutes on passenger aircraft, or that I'm psychic and predicting something that actually will happen. It's more like I'm worried about failure or some sort of change in my life (the nephew just put in an offer on a house the same day of the dream.) I also decided that day to stop thrifting for the month of March so I can save up for something I need to do, and that's going to be tough.

Tonight I'd like to dream about going back to that shop, and staying there so I can look at more bags! Ha.

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