Dream

Some military general is talking to me. He's balding, has beetle brows and his large eyes are made even larger by the lenses of his eyeglasses.

He's telling me about the informal agreement he and the other generals have among themselves regarding protocol in the event of imminent nuclear war –– an agreement intended to reduce the likelihood the threat will turn into an actual nuclear exchange.

I feel a little better, I guess, knowing this. But the general looks like some famous character actor, and I'm wracking my brain trying to remember who.

Then there's some sitar music int the background, which turns out to be real, coming from my iTunes as I woke up.