So after doing something that scared me, I had to go and have a dream about something that was really scary.

Short version (since I can't really remember the long version anyway): I was walking on a highway, much like most of the coastal highway along the California shoreline - high above the water, kind of on a cliff. As I rounded a curve, I noticed something strange in the water. As I looked closer, I found that it was the wing of an airplane. As the water ebbed, more of the outline of the body could be seen, and then I realized that what I had taken for rocks farther out were really the tail-fins of the same airplane. As I continued on, I saw the bodies of a few more airplanes, and I seemed to take it for granted, like seeing the tops of old ships that have found themselves in unfortunate circumstances near rocky headlands.

Eventually, I found myself in a sort of tourist information center overlooking the ocean (and one of the fallen airplanes) and I was holding a small gliding airplane in my arms, with the knowledge that at some point, I would have to do something with it other than hold it. I asked the know-it-all employee who was there to answer questions something, and he gave me some short and not particularly informative answer and took the plane out of my arms and threw it out the window. Until then, I don't think it had really sunk in that I would be flying this flimsy aircraft, but when he launched it out the window (with the intention of having me follow and get in), I had a moment of nervous panic. But I started out, hoping I wouldn't end up in the water with the other planes.

Perhaps I should mention that I am afraid of heights.

And that's when I woke up. At 4:30 a.m.