Tuesday, September 19, 2006


I had a weird nightmare last night where I needed to get cable straps for my backpack, so I could go on a camping trip with my ex-girlfriend. The problem was I was shopping in a bad area of the city and was afraid I'd be mugged. Then on my return home I had to cross on foot a very high bridge similar to one in Biloxi (I'm afraid of heights) and asked a fireman to drive me across. We realized after we got over the bridge that Saddam Hussein was in the truck, and we needed to stop him before he escaped from the tiny market store we'd all gone inside. It's hazy after that, though I do know I grappled with Hussein, tried to karate chop him. I'm afraid to psychoanalyze this one.


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