to sleep; perchance to dream

vivid dreams last night. some images that have not yet faded:

In an evergreen forest, a woman walks away from the smoldering ashes of a small airplane. She climbs to the top of a fir and wails with dispair. "I'm the only one who took the northern route," she realizes.

A very rickety raft, a bit reminiscent of the one's that take you to Disneyland's Tom Sawyer Island, out of sight of land. It is full of people & sits barely an inch above the water. The winds pick up & the sea get rougher. Waves start to break over the raft.

A pure white owl flying straight towards me, wings outstretched, with a very knowing look in its yellow eyes.

Some sort of super-complicated romantic between me, a best friend (the woman from the plane crash mentioned earlier) her fiance, and his brother, none of whom are people I know in my waking life. I don't remember the details - there was some sex, I know. I remember people telling me that I am conniving and that everything was my fault. and I knew they were right.