I dreamed this morning I was working in an insane asylum. Somehow I fell into conversation with one of the patients, who was talking about how much he missed his family. He talked about them fondly for a while, saying, "I can't wait to get out so I can see them, and KILL THOSE BASTARDS..."

I remember vividly his face, how it was suddenly overtaken by demented hatred. I don't know what it means, but somehow it seems more appropriate to Sept. 11 than anything my conscious mind can come up with.