I was dreaming about walking in the park. I came upon two lions fighting. It was a vicious, ferocious fight. Either one or both were going to die. Sitting on a cliff above the fray were a Russian bear, a Chinese panda and an Iranian cleric; they were cheering on the fight. A lioness was crying and yelling at me to do something. Think about the lion cubs. A big fat American businessman was telling me to jump in and stop the fight.
I woke up and read the headlines about Syria.