As a reaction to my upcoming brief trip to Chicago next week, my brain has decided to fill my nights with nightmares about air travel. Mid-air crashes? Violently botched landings? Accidentally being sucked out an emergency exit at a zillion thousand feet? No! I am having bad dreams, night after night, about ticketing mishaps and other scheduling problems. In contrast to how frightening I feel the concept of being thrown into the air by complicated machines ought to be to my subconscious, I am waking up in a cold sweat for fear of being late and having misplaced my items en route. That's just weird.