Pony: Last night I had two dreams:
12.4.2002
1. There was this new plague that killed people who were infected with the hawkish need to incite war. Very few people died, but the world changed within days for the better. I am reading too much on communal violence these days, I think.
2. I was walking with two people who were disturbing bees. One of them was sticking a pen in a tree where there was a beehive. I looked down on the ground and there were dying bees everywhere. I tried to put them out of their misery by stepping on them when one stung me in the arm. I was angry with the bee-disturbers. My throat began to close. I took an anti-inflammatory.
