I slept restlessly the other night, plagued by a recurring nightmare. In my dream, everyone at the Jerusalem Center and I were headed for a foreign country. Our tour guide from Cairo, Ahmed, was also there as we drove our bus through the desert. We arrived at a military base of an unnamed Middle Eastern country, which we were going to tour. However, after we ran inside (narrowly passing doors that slowly slid closed, like they do in Indiana Jones movies), the military personnel tried to kill all of us. It was brutal. Many died.
However, in my dream Jud, Morgan, and Tyler were wandering around the base in their bathing suits and, for some reason, were completely untroubled about their prospects of survival. The rest of us were scattering in terror, and they were just sauntering around in their swimsuits. They were the only people who survived.
Oh, how highly the military prizes swimwear! The next time I show up to a foreign military base, it will be in a bathing suit.
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