This is so poignant.
Anyway. I had a dream about Osama last night. He lived in an apartment with my parents next door. I thought he was really nice and pleasant and couldn't imagine why people said he was a terrorist, although something about him scared me. It was my duty to call the police on him and as I did so he came up behind me and I turned and shot him in the face. I felt bad because he had always been so nice to me, but I had to defend myself.
H/T Gem of the Ocean