Still in the military, having just completed a Russian kettlebell track and field meet, I head over to the ATC tower, having to swim across a river and talk to a guy I knew from college, where my CO is also the President of the U.S. - Barack Obama. The big secret is that Obama has a cocaine processing warehouse on the airfield and is a drug lord. And then I wake up.
Weird night.
[I'm apparently blogging dreams now. How thoroughly useless. Compared to all that other useful blogging... riiiiiight.]
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