I dreamt that I was staying with a Palestinian couple somewhere in the Middle East, but I am not sure where. It could have been either Israel or Lebanon. If I remember correctly, they had no children. They were as different as a couple could be. She was short and thin, calm and quiet. I do not remember that she ever said a word. A pair of big brown eyes always shone from under her oversized kerchief. And he was big and burly. Garrulous and friendly, he had a bush of curly black hair that seemed to be growing wild. They were involved in clandestine activities of some kind. She brought him into the organization, with which he apparently had no other connections. I never learned exactly what was going on, but I remember that she maintained a number of important databases on her computer, which must have been connected to the World Wide Web. She was at it much of her time. If discovered, both of them would be in serious trouble. By and by, I was becoming an accomplice, too. Although I was not involved in their activities in any way, I was helping them keep everything under cover. I remember that the two split up at some point so as to better cover their tracks. I stayed with her, and he visited every once in a while. “We are incredibly lucky,” he told me under his breath on one of his brief visits, “for there seems to be no suspicion that anything funny is going on in our house.” He was grinning happily at me as he was waving me goodbye. I woke up shortly afterwards, still unsure of what was going on under my very nose.