Dart is always telling me about his messed up and weird dreams. After listening to all of his dreams and thinking, yep, that was a pretty fucked up dream and then mocking him for it, I finally had a weird one myself.

Ok. Here goes. I had just been flown into a pre-war Iraq to do some special work with one of Saddam's daughters. The work was not specified in the dream. I was just there to do work and yes, I know, Saddam doesn't have daughters. But hey, it’s a dream.

So they bring me to this hotel and I go in. Upon entering, Saddam is there to greet me and he even grabs one of my bags and shows me to my room. After he sets down my bag he holds out his hand and asks for a tip. I refuse and he takes off down the hall.

I then start to feel bad and go after him. I take out a buck and am about to hand it to him when he starts laughing and saying that he is a billionaire and doesn't want/need the money.

So I freshen up and go downstairs and Saddam is waiting for me. He is going to take me to his daughter so I can start her lessons. Yeah, I think that was what I was in Iraq for. I was a teacher of something and I was brought in to teach Saddam's daughter.

We get into his car, a '57 Chevy, and start speeding down the road towards the building where his daughter is. The hotel we were coming from was is in the middle of nowhere and we were on a two lane road with nothing but sand and desert as far as the eye could see. We were headed towards another isolated building in the middle of nowhere.

So here I was, riding shotgun with Saddam Hussein down a two lane road in Iraq going to where his daughter was located so I could teach her something. And at that moment in time all I could think to myself was that when I got back to US I should immediately tell the CIA and NSA everything I had seen and heard. As we are about to pull up to where his daughter was, I woke up.

Weird stuff. I am usually not into analyzing dreams, but I think I know where at least one aspect of the dream came from. The tipping of Saddam at the hotel was a reference to the tip boys at Adelita’s and Chicago. It was specifically a buck that I was going to give him and I had just been the Zona recently so it makes sense. As to the rest of the dream, I have no fucking clue.

I talk about dreams a lot. I've found that people that I tell about my dreams occasionally start having dreams themselves, or at least start remembering their dreams. Most people I meet do not recall their dreams. I practiced lucid dreaming for a while and have had some really unique and bizarre dreams. From my understanding, just thinking about dreams makes you more likely to dream.

Lucid dreaming can be a blast if you get the hang of it.

Saddam does in fact, have two daughters. I don't recall the details, but supposedly their husbands escaped to Jordan several years ago. Upon their return to Iraq, Saddam had them both executed.

I also heard that the two daughters, after the war, were interested in seeking asylum in England. I haven't heard how that turned out.

What all that has to do with your dream, I don't know. Probably not a whole lot.