woke up while it was still dark, maybe 0600 or earlier, and couldn't get back to sleep. in my dream I was driving down a road which I wasn't sure was the right one; up ahead was a bridge, with what looked like birds or deer (I couldn't tell which) jumping around in the lane I was approaching. when I got to the bridge, I realized that the road had dropped out and I was going to fall hundreds of feet to my death. as the guy in Strange Days says, goddammit, I hate dying first thing in the morning!
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