Last night I dreamt that Kirsti and I went to Iran. (I lived there as a little kid and had my 4th and 5th birthdays there.) We were in a comic book store, and I had a large stack of books that I was getting ready to purchase. I was surprised that they had all of the same stuff that you can get in America, and I also found it amusing that they had a bunch of knock-offs of various suphero comics as well. I seem to remember seeing something that looked vaguely like Wolverine, only it wasn't Wolverine.
While standing in the store, I felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness and sorrow at the same time - happiness that I had returned and sorrow that I had been gone for so long. I stood there in the store and cried.
Then we were going all around to different houses, and I noticed that every floor had carpeting, and some of the carpets had stains on them.
As we walked the streets, there were people who were trying to enforce "sharia". I specifically remember that word, but I remember that all of the regular people on the street didn't seem to like them. I asked why we didn't all just gang up and beat them up. A crowd started to gather behind me, but then the alarm rang.