The wind was up last night as the cold came in and you wouldn't think that 13 mph with gusts is that much but my house was creaking and flexing as I sat in bed and read. Living in the woods is nice. Except when we get a lot of wind. Then you start thinking about how close those big, shallow-rooted things are and about where, exactly, that big oak would fall if it came down. Since the answer is "right on my bedroom", I'm not keen on wind. I got even less so when I heard crack crack crack CRASH!!! right next to the house.
Virtual sleeplessness ensued, waiting for the indication of big things falling down. Except for one of those dreams that you struggle out of only to keep falling right back into it. I had my work computer in its pack and I set it down and then I couldn't find it again. And I wandered through a strange building having a constantly changing layout as I searched for the computer and I couldn't find the area that I had been in. Trying to go around the outside of the building involved getting bogged down in knee deep mud. Nobody who worked in the building could tell me anything about where I needed to go or how I could get there. Hadn't found the computer by the time I got up. I suppose the fact that in the real world it's sitting on the kitchen table should relieve at least that worry before I go to bed tonight. I'd work at picking out the symbolism but I'm too sleepy.