Middle East Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was in a burned out, ruined building, somewhere in Israel. I asked a man there with me, "Won't this all end if Israel just gives the Palestinians the West Bank?" He looked at me grimly and said, "No." I don't know which side he was on.

It was strange to have such a political dream, but it comes after reading a list of comments of computer gamers who downloaded a game called "Kaboom." The game is played as a Palestinian suicide bomber and players score points by killing men, women, and children and by doing damage. The game is made by an American. Reading it made me feel guilty for being so disconnected to what's going on there, and yet I can't understand why people are fighting that way. I can't imagine believing in a religion or a disputed piece of property so much that I would be willing to put up with the risks involved. Because I can't understand it, and because I can't decide who's right in this case, I just want to ignore the whole situation.

I sold my Kia yesterday for $2100--I was asking $2500 and was willing to take $2000 for it. It was pretty easy to sell it; we have only had the newspaper add for about a week. It's not so easy to let go. The guy who bought it is coming over to get it today while I'm at work. It makes me sad to sell it, but Wendy just doesn't understand that. I just have so many memories assigned to that car. Plus, it was something that my mom and dad bought me as a graduation present.