My subconscious is a bitch. Last week I had not one but two terrifying dreams about the upcoming move, wherein I've forgotten something and then had to return to Vancouver in order to fix it. And then last night (or possibly the night before) I had a dream where I was being mauled by a fucking bear. Whoever said you can't feel pain in dreams is full of shit, because I felt that bastard's teeth in my foot - I was kicking at it to get it away and, surprise, it bit the fuck out of my feet and legs - and it hurt. I have my suspicions about what my subconscious was trying to say with that, but considering I survived that dream-scenario, I think that things will - eventually - be all right.