I don't remember anything about this morning's dream other than that as I woke up I was urging some type of European nobleman with a waxed mustache not to invade the state of Maine. "It is suicide!" I warned, in a vocabulary that seemed too stilted for use in a dream.
If you are considering invading and occupying Maine, I say to you now, Sir: banish the thought! Like Russia in the winter, it cannot be done. At first, yes, perhaps they could be overpowered in Portland and Augusta, but the inland region is too vast and desolate to maintain decent supply routes or shut down the potato trade. And you could not long resist the insurgent lobstermen and their explosive lobsters.