I had a dream that I was part of an exiled culture led by a benevolent king. We were on the run from some secret government... every time we were discovered we had to pack up and move away again. I tried to secure some information about the secret government and their motives, but succeeded only in revealing our location again. When we packed up to move this time, a sizable portion of of the king's subjects, disheartened and disillusioned, wanted to defect and go another path to avoid persecution. This faction was led by an angry old man named Catalus. I knew that they'd still be persecuted anyway, that division would only fragment and weaken our cause, but Catalus and his followers weren't listening. I suspected that someone, perhaps Catalus, was a government agent or at least subliminally influenced by the secret government. Among Catalus' faction was the king's young son, Edward, a previously dutiful heir who defected when he was seduced by a potion made by Catalus' beautiful daughter. The king's daughter Aida, on the other hand, was still so dutiful to her father as to be almost robot-like. I decided I didn't want to end up like either of them, Edward or Aida.
Eventually I managed to secure nuclear weapons for the king, hoping that the possession of such a deadly force would keep us safe and allow us to settle somewhere permanently. I never found out how it turned out, though, because I got distracted when I recieved a new Radiohead single free in the mail. It was called "State of Grace". Thom Yorke's eyes squinted at me from the cover. On the back there was a big close-up of his nose.