What wonderfully strange dreams I had last night:

In one, I alternated between being a Zimbabwean farmer defending his land, and being the attacker. As a means of defence, I had bred a cross between a gorilla and a baobab tree!

In another dream, I was George Bush, driving across America listening to country songs on the radio.

A third dream went on for hours, and the details are sketchy, but involved me trying to poison a village by contaminating their waterfall with a substance in a little brown glass bottle [sound familiar?] The bottle leaked, poisoning me.

All the death and destruction currently going on in the world is clearly getting to me, but I seem to be dealing with it in a whimsical manner.