Being far too tired for one's own good can lead to some very strange dreams, it seems.

Last night I dreampt that there was some natural and/or manmade disaster in the Gujarat.  It seemed to be something of a conflation of the "three big disasters" this year -- the Myanmar typhoon, the Sichuan earthquake, and the Zimbabwe election: an earthquake struck the Gujarat, and in its wake was an inexcusable wave of political oppression that outraged the world.

Having seen too much of this in one year, I decided to do something about the oppression.

Unfortunately the plan I dreampt up seems even more comical than the infamous "exploding cigar" that the CIA concocted to down Castro: I decided to make sushi for the Gujarati leaders -- sushi laced with "marijuana seeds" and motor oil.

Of course, in this dream these "marijuana seeds" looked rather suspiciously like soy nuts (at first -- more on this later).  And the motor oil was some sweet viscous substance... more like an azuki bean syrup than anything you'd put in a car.

The plan was to incapacitate them -- presumeably so "legitimate" leaders could step in and take care of the Gujarati peoples' suffering while the oppressors were doped up.  My first step was to make the sushi, which were all maki of some kind -- kappamaki and ikuramaki are the only two I remember and recognise, though I don't recall making any fish-based maki.  Once I added the "seeds" and wrapped the sushi up, I poured the "motor oil" into them.

That's when things started to go wrong: the "seeds" started swelling, bursting apart the sushi rolls and turning into something resembling cooked garbanzo beans... i.e. thick and pasty.  And the "motor oil" imparted an azuki flavor.  So I had to start over; but in cleaning up I absent-mindedly licked my fingers or somehow ingested some of this drugged-up concoction.

Almost immediately I started feeling very tired and a bit clumsy.  In fact, this is exactly how I felt when I woke up -- exhausted, uncoordinated, groggy.  Don't you hate it when that feeling infiltrates your dreams?  I swear it nearly negates the value of sleeping (and in fact I'm going to go nap for a bit after finishing this post).  Meanwhile, some scientist who allegedly was helping in this sushi project -- I believe he was a government agent -- started telling me that the "seeds" I'd gotten were really poor-quality, so I needn't worry from ingesting so little.

Meanwhile, I also had to book flights into India to deliver this ill-fated concoction.  I remember very little of this part -- just that there were obviously no direct flights, and I was disappointed and somewhat frustrated that none of the routes appeared to follow a "great circle."  (The Web app for the airline I was shopping with had a really cool interface that actually showed you the route on a map; a "great circle route," of course, would be most time- and fuel-efficient, but necessitate flying over the arctic and probably Russia as well.)

I woke up about this time -- feeling no less wiped out than I did in my dream.  After thinking to myself, "I gotta remember this one," I went back to sleep for a bit... and that's exactly what I'm going to do again.