chicken little, falling from the sky

things are looking down. and i don't mean like an aerial view.

last night:
i should have written this when it was fresh, but i can tell you the dream was centered around ensemble113. i was walking towards niles north, to rehearsal during the summer, and basically every bird in the world was dying or dead. they were just falling from the sky. and to walk across the parking lot from the mall to the school...the whole parking lot was just covered in these bright purple dead birds with bright mustard yellow beaks. i mean covered with dead birds. when i got to the building this guys sister who is going to be our director for this children's show this summer was really angry at me (us? i think i was with someone) for being late and i had to explain about all the dead birds, but she didn't really care. there was talk of frilly costumes.
there was some section of the dream where i was in a car, driving at night, past a house with a lot of windows on a hill.


canyon walls are crumbling and collapsing around me. at least that's how it feels.