Crumbling

Last night I had an ever-terrifying dream. My teeth fell out. It was a blur, as dreams are, but I remember my teeth falling out into my hands and then lusting for Dunkin Doughnuts. I couldn't make it to the dentist but fuck, I really wanted that frosted doughnut. And then suddenly Facebook was buzzing in my face, alerting me to all the things I was missing in America. The dream was anxiety in technicolor, chaotic and nonsensical. With Chicago approaching (December 18th!), I guess my private fears are manifesting. I'm not the only one. My friends don't mention the future, or the past. We're trying desperately to forget our indiscretions, previous blunders, general folly. We broke away from everything and now it's time to face the music. Having said that, I absolutely can't wait to see my girls and boys, my dog, my home. A window is closing but a door is opening. Speriamo..