What Does It Mean?
Last night I had a dream in which I met the two remaining Democratic candidates for president.
In a bathroom. Each.
I met Hillary in a women's room at a large public gathering. My hands were wet (from water, not pee!) but she shook one anyway. And she knew who I was and where I lived.
Then I found my son in the crowd (random!) and took him to the men's room. And went inside. (What? My son is 10. Old enough to go alone.)
Barack Obama was sitting in a stall, not doing anything but hanging out. We had a nice chat while my son peed.
Usually I'm loathe to share dreams here, because y'all, I don't want to read about YOUR dreams on your blog. But this one deserved a mention, don'tcha think?










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