I also had two consecutive dreams which basically had "Fail Safe"/"Dr. Strangelove" plots. In one of them I was some sort of outsider working with the mucky-mucks at the Pentagon to stop some impending nuke use but was repeatedly stymied because intelligence security barriers kept thwarting our attempts to work quickly and bypass layers of technology and military bureaucracy. Reminiscent of dreams I often had during the Cold War, I dreamt I witnessed a cruise missile pass nearby and then detonate.

This all is the result of the current faux-tactical-nuke fuel-oil bomb wargaming, Bush's recent rhetoric about Iraq, and Seymour Hersh's reportage that Bush believes his moment in history and legacy will be how he resolutely deals with the Iran nuke problem. And possibly the Iranian plot to corrupt our essential bodily fluids.

Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel... that Coca-Cola machine. I want you to shoot the lock off it. There may be some change in there.
Colonel "Bat" Guano: That's private property.
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel! Can you possibly imagine what is going to happen to you, your frame, outlook, way of life, and everything, when they learn that you have obstructed a telephone call to the President of the United States? Can you imagine? Shoot it off! Shoot! With a gun! That's what the bullets are for, you twit!
Colonel "Bat" Guano: Okay. I'm gonna get your money for ya. But if you don't get the President of the United States on that phone, you know what's gonna happen to you?
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: What?
Colonel "Bat" Guano: You're gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.

km: great line!

I need to staff up my dreams, they've been too indie recently, just a couple of low key unknowns, I need a cast of thousands, elephants, apocalypse, cruise missiles, dance numbers. Is Demille still dead?

kmellis, it's nice to see you back. Yahtzee!

I had a dream the other night, where a favored professor of mine was getting all manic about Neutral Milk Hotel (is that their name?) in the middle of an exam he was proctoring. I was like "Sheesh, dude. I have a crush on you and all, but I don't need you to tell me about new music. That's what Mecha is for..."