I had two dreams back to back that were so good that I actually think I'm going to hang onto them and use large portions of them in future writing projects someday.
The first, in general, was about an old palace in Washington D.C. that had been built in the 11th century.
The second, in general, was about what happens when America's "war against terrorism" has been going for far too long.
Oh, there was a third dream, as well, about the dioxin plant accident that occured in 1976 in Seveso, Italy, but in the dream it happened in Palermo. I think it was supposed to be related to the Camorra somehow.