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Had not one, but two dreams over the weekend recommending I be more frightened of heights. (My midnight screenings have been positively exhausting for a week now, and while only a layman might psychoanalyze them as compensation for lack of real-world stimuli, I’m tempted to seek some seasonal or otherwise environmental pattern.) It was stairs again in the first, 老婆 having gone ahead at an unfamiliar airport and a thousand-foot almost vertical flight taking me out of the terminal. At the top a moving walkway ramped down to an attached shopping mall, but I didn’t think I’d find her in the mostly empty high-end stores. This morning I was participating in another Indiana Jones movie—which, interestingly enough, would be in the news I read afterward—where a cargo truck was stored on a platform high above the ground. Being inside it and seeing the heroes on their horses far below was quite an intimidating sight, perhaps because of my precarious position. Parked there also was a late-model white Dodge Avenger or the like, which struck me as an anachronism but I explained away by the modern setting of this latest sequel. Not correct, of course.

Tagged climacophobia, movies