Chicago move and one scary flight

I'm in Chicago for good now...a little hard to believe still. Sometimes I catch myself wondering "when am I going back to Ann Arbor?" Our apartment is awesome, and will be awesome....r when we get enough furniture to fill it up. It's huge. For example, the floor plan for my bedroom says I should have a couch and chair in it. Yeah...not enough cash for that.

Anyways, while trying to get all that figured out, I've been working a lot. It's crazy busy with all the projects we have going, and requires a lot of travel. This is where the scary flight part of the title comes in.

About a week ago I had a sick, scary dream where I saw an airplane take off and then blow up. It was extremely vivid, and woke me up pretty suddenly. I also remember the tail fin thing (my vocab sucks right now) saying "American Airlines." Well I would be flying to Dallas on Sept 6 and 7 on American, for the first time. As some of you know, I do have a somewhat alarming rate of things I've dreamt about coming true at some point...it's not high or anything, but there have been a few times where I've dreamt something and it's happened later...it's happened enough times to make me take a step back and ask "what's going on?"

So obviously I can't get this thought out of my head, but people would probably think I'm crazy if I tried to skip out on the flight because of a dream. So I just played it cool. But then during the days between the dream and taking off, I had at least four cases of serious deja vu that really threw me for a loop. If you experience this regularly, it's just weird. Finally, one last strange part. Pat and I were at John Plant's house last weekend and his roommate was talking about a friend of his who was in Thailand last summer before the tsunami. She was supposed to go to Pukhet the day it hit, but the night before, just said "I don't really feel like going, let's do it the day after." That entire city was pretty much wiped out, and she wasn't part of it because "she didn't feel like it."

So I'm sitting there slightly freaking out, putting all these pieces together, and seriously considering "missing my flight" or ducking out. Call me weird, crazy, whatever, but what would you do in this situation? Poker has always taught me to see situations independently, but that's in a game of cards. This is life, and whether some people want to believe it or not, I believe there is a higher power that could defy that theory in everyday life events. Things are connected in strange ways, and I was hoping this wasn't one of them.

Anyways, I sucked it up and didn't say anything to anyone about this til I landed back in Chicago last night. Thankfully there is nothing to report about anything coming true. The flight to Dallas was fine, and the one back was a little bumpy, but overall, pretty smooth. I hope that was the end of my crazy dreams, and my travel for at least a little while. I need a break.