Odd dream last night:

I am with this group of people, including my dad. We are at his space shuttle launch, and we’re going into space. There is this lady with a little girl about 5 years old. Suddenly, as we’re getting on the shuttle, I am no longer with the group. Instead, my mom and I are in the car with the sunroof open, driving on this road in between the launch site and the ocean. I seem to be hearing my dad’s voice from off somewhere, as well as the voices of the little girl and the mother. The little girl is asking her mother for some crackers just as the shuttle launches. I am watching this from inside the car and I notice that the lift-off was a little shaky. I am thinking that they are going to crash. They go over the car in a circle, and crash into the ocean on the other side with flames and explosions. My mom goes, “what happened?” and I say, “Didn’t you see it? The shuttle was lined up with the towers and it lifted off and crashed.” Then I was back in my dorm room. Almost nobody was there–they had all died int he shuttle crash. I kept thinking that the shuttle had just crash-landed in the water and that no one was really hurt and that we should just go back and get the survivors.

WTF?   Freud would have a field day.

If there’s a space shuttle crash in the near future, I totally called it.