Now things got interesting. Somehow, the dream had settled into a slow drifting through space, then … the void. A deep comfortable enfolding spacious blackness. Slowly, in my drifting, I become aware of laughter away in the distance….
…Is she a terrorist sir? If she is, she’s hidden it well, maybe saving it up for one big job. Perhaps this aeroplane sir, who knows. Maybe this will be when she finally comes out of the closet, declares her allegiance to Daesh, and blows us all out of the sky. Only Allah knows what is truly in her mind….