Over the last two or three years I've had this recurring dream, where I’m placed in a witness relocation program. The causes and details vary. Sometimes it’s because I’m a mobster flipping on my boss, and sometimes it’s because I possess knowledge that will expose a corrupt but powerful congressman. Sometimes I end up in town somewhere in middle America, living in a house with a small yard and a picket fence. Others I’m in a large metropolis, anonymous in the crowd and working as a bike messenge