Another of my dreams. Last night I dreamt I was at a university cafeteria. I was talking to somebody about how disappointed I was not to have met Hassan Nasrallah. They told me he was actually sitting there in the cafeteria right now. I turned around and there he was, sitting having a coffee. Me and a friend walked up to him, I said to him that we really respected and admired him, and for Allah to protect him and give him success. We shook hands, he seemed a nice man. As we walked away, I thought to myself how odd it was that he was not worried about Israeli assassination attempts, I thought Hezbullah are never sloppy, he must be confident that the Israeli's would not dare try anything.