Went to sleep at around 9:30 listening to TV news. I don't know when I had this dream, but I remembered it vaguely when I woke up at around 5:30.

Apparently I'm some sort of weblog reporting collective reporting from Baghdad. Either we've assassinated Saddam Hussein ourselves, or performed some sort of coup in Iraq. I get the feeling that we're in charge of the country, but that the outside world doesn't know it yet. And we have Saddam's body, freeze dried and vacuum sealed. With all the water removed from his body, it's easy for one person to carry him around.

I think we were on the run for a while, but that is very vague. I was carrying Saddam's body most of the time.

At some point, we found shelter and we decide that we need to let the world know that Saddam is dead. The leader of our group suggests that we call a press conference. I say, "Hey, why don't we just post the story to our weblogs? It'll be like real journalism happenning on a weblog! That'll be cool!" We all spend the next half-hour writing up the story to be posted to our weblogs, but spend so much time obsessively editing and re-writing that nobody had posted the story by the time I woke up.