Another WTC dream . . . I hope this doesn’t become a habit. Part of the problem is my usual addiction to the media: remember the ill-fated “Spin Room” era? At least Francine got on TV with that one, and she got to mock Tucker Carlson as well.

Unfortunately, I have been having no pleasant “oh, poor Tucker-Wucker needs help with his homework” dreams. Last night I dreamt I was running from a burning building. There was another dream that dealt somewhat with the theme of “I have so much to do before the apocalypse.” My memory is very fuzzy. I did have one “normal” dream in which someone complimented me highly by saying I looked like “a femme fatale that Joseph Cotten would fall in love with.”

First World Trade Center dream — it only took five days after the attack for it to hit the dream world. Of course, I haven’t been remembering dreams, so I could have blocked them out earlier.

I dreamt I was reading the list of those killed in a big coffeetable book of victims. Each page had three or four people on it, each with a little photo, information about them, etc. I started recognizing a whole bunch of people from elementary through high school years and I just couldn’t bear it.

Yes, it’s been awhile. I’ve been slightly busy and am getting used to a new sleep schedule.

I can’t really remember much about my dreams lately. I know I had nightmares about my digital camera being permanently damaged. There were the usual decompression dreams, replaying scenes from work, etc.