The weird dreams had gone away. But now they are back.
Somehow I had ended up in the Army, and I was sent to Baghdad. So I got there and I was bummed out and shit, and was thinking about how to use my diabetes to get de-enlisted. But in the meantime this woman came along and took me and this other guy who was also in the army on a tour of Baghdad. And so we went and got on the Baghdad light rail system, which was like a roller coaster in that it had a bunch of dips and sudden drops and hills in it, and then at the end we went straight up this HUGE piece of track, probably 500 feet into the air, and then came right back down. So then we got to our station, and we got out, and there was a brand new Borders that had just opened up, and as we got there the call for prayer came out, so I had to pretend like I was praying. Then I woke up.