Mad Dreams

I had a dream once that I met Hafez Assad. We were in a room and his agent was discussing with me the purchase of a property. Then they all got up to go somewhere. Assad turned to me and asked me impatiently if I was coming. I apologised and said I needed to put my shoes on, as I had been in my socks. He told me to hurry up as I fumbled with my laces. 

Last night I dreamt that I interrupted a meeting between Bashar Assad and Rupert Murdoch. I was looking for tissues. They weren't impressed, naturally.