30 August 2007


I dreamt that I dream. In this dream I dreamed i dreamt my dad and myself in a carriage on a wire were led nowhere in paticular. The radio played out a puppetshow in front of our eyes where the iraqi people had no happy ending, because, in the end, politics corrupts everything it touches.

I stole a cake from a stall as we stumbled by and shared it with no one.

I guess the dream doesn't really mean anything.