Dear God. I have a problem.
The last thing I remember dreaming about last night was being in Cairo worrying about being bombed by American forces and ethnic Kurds fighting against the Afghani government.
Yes, conscious me is aware that this is geographically incorrect.
But really, why do I not dream about flying or boys or some trippy shit?
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