I had the strangest dream last night. I was stand is vast green field with yellow little flower rising slightly above the grass. The field seemed to stretch about a mile or two. In the end of the field rose a dense wood of willow trees. The sun was bright and burning, maybe because it was high summer, the end of July. I’m born in the end of July be the way. Or perhaps I had been slung onto a faraway planet where it’s always warm and grass is forever green and swaying in the wind. Nothing of this would have seemed out of the ordinary or even the slightest bit odd, for I knew I was dreaming you see. I started running towards the willow trees. When I was about half-way, I stumbled on and almost fell headlong over a rusty iron hatch. I open it, under there was a staircase. I headed downwards into some sort of forgotten bunker. There was no door there, just a narrow corridor with concrete walls, everything was concrete. A yellow painted stripe on the floor. I followed it. At the end of the corridor I came in to a strange old war like office or center of command. Behind a wide wooden desk riddled with paper and out-dated radio equipment, right in center of the perfectly square room sat Nazi-criminal and evil-bastard-extraordinaire Martin Bormann. “Ah, you’re finally here. It’s about time”, he said in a firm and very Monty Pythonesque John Cleese-doing-German-officer voice. “You must get zie seo hosting at once. The Fatherland depends on it”, declaimed. Then I woke up, all sweaty and quite puzzled.