Last night I dreamt that
diego001 roped me into a bombing scheme. We were going to blow up a bunch of people in a crowd. He laid the groundwork and I was supposed to turn on a radio at 4pm which would set off the bombs. Soul-searching and freaking out: I ended up unplugging the radio and breaking it. I then found Diego who was in a city square dressed in bright blue doing a Scandinavian folk dance. I walked by and told him I canceled the mission-he gave me a dirty yet understanding look and kept dancing. Sorry D-you'll have to take over the world on your own, boo boo.