Last night, I dreamt Anne and I were in Colombia with a group of U.S. drug agents, involved in the U.S.'s War on Drugs. Yet the war was global, impacted only in part from Colombia.
But it was a nasty dream as people were getting killed or hurt, money was corrupting many of those involved on all sides of the war and no-one believed such a war could ever be successful. And yet there was no effort to stop it, but just a juggling of its presentation in the news, that somehow made this disastrous war acceptable to continue.
Dick
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