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Last night I dreamt vividly that in my old living room from boyhood days Henry Kissinger and another man, a mediator, were sitting on the couch and I was sitting on a hassock in the middle of the room, and I spoke up to say something about how all this was being replayed in Iraq and I started to say the name of this guy who knew all about that and I couldn't remember his name and there was this pause while Kissinger and the other guy waited for me to remember it but of course I couldn't because there wasn't anyone and somewhere in the dream I was wondering if it would be OK to make up a name or a figure who knew all about Iraq but I decided against it because to do that would be dishonest. Henry Kissinger was wearing a polo shirt the color of Barney's skin.