Iran. I had a dream last night that I was in Iran. I was on the run from their government. I hid out in a bathroom during a huge rally for the government. In my dream I am solving a Rubik's Cube. I never seem to get anywhere in the dream. I am running in circles and I am being chase. I don't die, I don't figure out why I am being chased, other than that I'm an American. The really weird thing is, in my dream, I can't remember how I got to Iran. I do remember running along a bridge over a canyon or river or something, and there is a lift on a cable next to me and people are taking pictures of me.

In other news, I cleaned my carpet today. I took a deshedder cat brush and raked my carpet. I was astounded at how much cat hair was embedded in my carpet. I try to vacuum at least once a week and I like to think my vacuum is decent, but there was a lot. However my carpet is much much softer now and nicer on the feet.