Perhaps I've traveled enough for now?

[magid]

I woke up this morning from a dream in which I'd left my work building to go either to the Public Garden or the Common. I was standing there, looking up at the sky, and saw a plane coming in far too low. Something was wrong, and it crashed, nose down. And there were planes following it, close enough that it was more like a Massachusetts car intersection, not airways at all. And they followed the path of the first one, all of them crashing, some nose-down, some more gliding in (so I had more hope of survivors). There was a lot of smoke around, and strange red lighting (that didn't have the feel of flickeriness that would imply fire), though I don't think they crashed so near me that I was afraid they'd hit me. I was upset, of course, and went back to the office, unable to work, having watched 26 planes crash. (Why 26, I wonder.)