Don't dream it's over...

The ridiculousness of the "war on terror" is equaled only by the amazing fact people are losing this fictional war in their own heads.

Bringing a bottle of cologne on a plane is suspicious; fine.

Multiple specialized identification are required at borders; sure.

But evacuating an oil rig because a 23 year old girl recounted a dream about a bomb is downright scary.

If the girl were to have a dream that Abe Lincoln came to her and told her to run for president, would her co-workers vote for her? No. But a dream about a bomb on the deck of the rig suddenly hits home because the idea that it could happen at any time is fully seeded in the minds of the public.

Our western world is so terrified of everything lately. In those moments between work and rest there's a thought rattling around, seemingly confirming the existence of monsters under the bed. The truly funny part is the monster isn't under the bed at all, it's in the minds of the public. Which doesn't make it any more real, but does make it much more dangerous.

This war on terror has become so embedded in people's heads they're becoming superstitious of each other's mental monsters. What started as one person's dream became the wide-spread fear of premonition. A dream became a story which then became a rumour and suddenly the military is involved, trying to find this poor girl's Id in the form of an explosive device.

All they found was a monster under the bed.

And on top of it all she gets brought in for questioning because of her dreams.

The public has to learn to keep their irrationalities in check. Yes, working on an oil rig is probably boring as hell. So is an office. Or an industrial plant. Or anywhere else for that matter.

Turning your brain off to make a tedious, eight hour shift more manageable is understandable. But remember to turn the damn thing back ON every now and then.

Because the monster in your head is just like every other monster; it loves the dark.