I have just woken from a nightmare in which I was a Rwandan refugee. Seriously. It was very elaborate, involving all kinds of horrible attacks and a forced abortion and a filthy refugee camp where I kept looking for journalists so my story could be heard by the world.
One would think I watched some depressing Rwandan documentary immediately prior to going to bed.
Friday Night Lights.
And when I'm wide awake in the middle of the night because I'm afriad to go back to sleep for fear of unconscious genocide, I do something along these lines: