Who scripts these dreams? Who directs? Last night's cinematographer deserves an award. We were in a field at night. The loud din of late summer crickets followed by the increasing drone of airplane engines. What is it? We look up into the sky as search light beams knife their way though the black. You say: "I think it's an air raid" just as the sirens begin to roar. A plane is caught for a moment in a spotlight and a black cross is seen on the wing. From the field in the distance can be spotted various landmarks--Parliment, St. Paul's, London Bridge--all brightly illuminated against the darkness by colored lights. It is the bizarro London Blitz. We need to move. The field turns to busy city streets. Buses, taxis and pedestrians. It's raining. We run toward the south, toward Dover. wtf.