Last night I had the weirdest dream.
In the dream, I was walking along a nice street one evening and happened to bump into Egypt’s President, Hosni Mubarak. He was standing on the side of the street watching his driver pull his car out of a parking space. The car had the ability to pivot on its rear wheels. Very cool. I was so fascinated by the car that I told Mubarak in a nice neighborly way that he had a cool car. Mubarak smiled. As I walked away, he called me back. My coat wasn’t tied well from the back. He tied it for me.
Scene 2: I’m in a plane going somewhere and the Egyptian authorities call it back but don’t say why.
Scene 3: I’m standing in my apartment and we get the announcement: President Hosni Mubarak has died. My initial reaction: I cheer as if I expect this is the “appropriate” reaction the Egyptian masses will have. I expect to hear a mass cheer but I don’t. I look to my brother sitting behind me and he has his face buried in his hands in grief. Suddenly, it’s as if I realize death isn’t something to cheer about and I feel a deep sense of grief. I cry deep long cries for the rest of the dream. One thing that goes through my head in the meanwhile: I might have been one of the last people to speak with Mubarak before his death.
End of dream.
Yes. My dreams are normally this weird and this detailed. You could write books about my dreams.
I leave it to all you dream analyzers out there to tell me what this means. Have fun with it.