Dictator

I saved the world last night from a megalomaniacal dictator wearing a black and gray uniform who spoke with a Scottish accent. The details are sketchy, but it does seem like I am a hero...at least in my dreams.

I seldom remember my dreams, but when I do... In this dream I knew that I had vanquished the evil man, but he came back. This is the part that is worth writing. When he came back, from where and to where and for what purpose I have no idea, he was wearing new pants. His uniform had been updated, sort of like a stylin' Fidel. His pants, which had been black in the front and gray in the back, had a wide, bright yellow stripe sewn in between the front and rear panels.

My dream ends with a very short monologue spoken by dictator. In his heavily rolling accent he said, "I'm back and I have new pants. I sewed them myself don't you know. They are louder than the day I was born, Ha Ha Ha."

Why this dream on this night I don't know. It may have been because I am fascinated with a new book, The Life of Pi, which is about a multi-faith, teenage Indian boy who survives a shipwreck with a man eating tiger named Richard that he converts to be a vegetarian hindu. Either that or I spent most of the cold nasty weekend feeling under the weather playing Star Wars Battlefront.