Postlude to a Dream

The other night, I dreamt that everyone I know was glued to television reports indicating that we were at war in Iraq. They were all astounded that we had gone to war, and there was much pearl-clutching.

When I tried to explain that we had been at war in Iraq for over seven years, nobody would believe me. They all looked at me condescendingly and with a bit of pity, as though I were sincerely insisting that Santa Claus was bringing me a toy fire truck this year.

I wonder if I was somehow thinking about how little people analyze incoming information.