scary.

I remembered more dream.
I was with Nicole, from high-school, and she was driving a huge black truck. I was in the passenger seat. She said she wanted to show me a good view. She drove straight up to and over the side of a cliff. She climbed out the windshield and gripped a rail with her hands, hanging over the edge. She said it was the Grand Canyon, that I should enjoy it.
But I was terrified and weeping in my seat, feeling the weight of the car imbalanced and fearing death was inevitable. It was a gorgeous scene, but I wasn't looking forward to the miles of fall to an impact of death on the canyon's floor.

I think I may have cried in my sleep because my eyes have been hurting since I woke up this morning.