When younger, I watched the little mermaid, mixed up King Trident with various other gods in roman and Greek mythology and got the idea that thunderbolts were thrown down upon us by an angry Allah mian to remind us who's boss. Is it little wonder then, that last night, as it rained incessantly and thunder seemed to split open the sky, I had bad dreams about my room being the target of such wrath, simply because I was, in general, a pain in the ass. An odd game began in my dreams where, due to a lightening rod having been placed for some reason by a neighbour, my room would be the first to periodically get hit by these massive bolts of lightening and virtually explode. The idea was that every time, I would have someone I loved, my cat or something else I valued in the room and would have to run to get them and myself out before the bolts hit. Once out, the room would miraculously heal and some other fool would wander in that I had to get out. I need to stop playing video games.