Last night I dreamt that the war with Iraq had begun. For some reason an Iraqi plane (at first it was a jet fighter, but later turned out to be a cargo plane that was suspected to be carrying chemical weapons or something) had left Iraqi airspace, and because it was deemed a threat that violated something or other, we shot it down and the war began. The odd thing was that US aircraft ordered the plane to land and it was landing when we went ahead and shot it down. I don’t think that this dream really has any meaning other than that Iraq has been too much on my mind of late.