It’s high time I got a grip on my subconscious. I don’t like my dreams at all. They’ve been troubling me for several months now. More or less ever since Ukrainian reality began to resemble the dream. It will take at least 10 years, announce the optimists. In other words at least two terms of office for the incumbent president.

My dreams are about an assassination attempt. I’m the last link in a chain of conspirators. I have a marksman’s rifle with a scope. My mission is to save the country by shooting a high-ranking official. He’s a good target: big and portly as he is. But I just can’t seem to pull the trigger. It’s bad having dreams like that. I’m ashamed.

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