Last night was another in my series of recurring nightmares about plane crashes. This is the first one ever that occurred on the eve of a flight I'm taking.

My family and I were sitting in the backyard of my grandmother's old house. It wasn't everyone; some of them had gone to St. Louis for my cousin's wedding and the rest of us were either listening or watching; I'm not sure which. I then noticed that a plane was trying to land on a nearby street. Then I noticed a second plane right next to it, this one with City Sports livery. They collided, and sprayed parts all over Woonsocket. The cockpit of the city sports plane flew over the house, and sprayed burning jet fuel everywhere. I definitely saw people on fire. I assumed they were family, but when we regrouped everyone was accounted for.

Next thing I knew, we were in some British government building in the middle of some small-time political crisis involving someone's ouster. Can't remember much else.

Saturday afternoon we went on a bike ride into the Lynn Woods for the first time since moving here! Our bikes are in pretty good shape considering their long dormant winter. I pumped up the tires and tweaked the derailleurs a bit and everything was good. m0xiee hadn't been on a bike at all since we moved, so we took it slow. Lynn Woods is great! Now that it's warm again we're going to be going more often. Prepare to be invited along!

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It's been two years since I came up with my tattoo idea, and last night I had a dream about it. I think that says it's time to get the damn thing done. I need to first take a picture of my back so I can figure out what size to make it, then draw it on paper, and then I need to find the right place to do the work. I don't have any idea who to go to :(

Braaaaaaaaaaaap.

This morning I checked an email and saw that someone has registered a spam complaint against me with DHS.org

Last night, I had a dream that I was cheating on my girlfriend with a good friend. This is troubling. Manhattan for some reason was on a big hill in this dream, and tickets to Broadway shows cost a year's salary.