The other night I dreamt of a parallel world where American cowboys from the great plains and Kiwis (New Zealanders) had discovered a portal to an uninhabited largely old west/badlands-style parallel universe and had gotten themselves into a nuclear standoff with material stolen from the "real world" and assisted by the former-Soviet Russian nuclear engineers everyone is speculating is now working for terrorists.

It sounds like the plot for a c-level sci-fi movie or book. But I scratch my head as to what it means for my psyche.

Maybe I should lay off Cold War military strategy as a subject for bedtime reading.