A large portion of my dreaming time last night was taken up with a dream in which I was doing some urban hiking -- through sewers, up abandoned building sites -- but mostly, across bridges. High bridges. I have a profound fear of heights and in my dream all of these bridges were suspended over fast-moving traffic or roiling water; they had big holes chunked out of them or no railing on one side or were otherwise dilapidated. I was so terrified that I would sort of crouch on the bridges and pull myself along, agonizingly, by gripping the rails. Finally, by the last few bridges I decided I'd had enough and just ran as fast as I could across them without looking down.
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I also dreamt that I was in a fancy restaurant and some 80-year-old-man was trying to pick me up. And then I sat down at my table and everyone was expecting me to sing for some reason. The band didn't know any familiar songs so I ended up singing a capella.
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Anxiety? Me?
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