Last night I dreamt that Jon and I were hanging out in the living room of a big fancy colonial house, apparently his grandmother's, when Hillary Clinton showed up. We chatted for a while about the election, made fun of Utah for some reason, talked about my time in Washington, etc. Very normal, like it was no big deal for Hillary Clinton to show up. Then John McCain arrived, with a bad brown dye job on his hair. He wanted to convince me that he had a really great surprise guest showing up soon, but he couldn't tell me who it was in case I tipped off the press. Pretty soon Mitt Romney was there, too, with another guy, setting up some camera equipment to shoot a TV spot. Romney and the other guy filmed their spot, targeting Michigan voters, then John McCain was up. While he was filming, Clinton kept talking to me about her furniture woes, as if she was trying to be "real" and "authentic" or relate to me as a woman or something. She had gone to the Lane furniture store by the Walgreens and couldn't find a thing! Oh the trouble!
Then I woke up.
No Barack Obama in my dream. And why Mitt Romney? Why indeed. Dreams never make a lot of sense, but that one made me chuckle when I awoke.
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I'm telling you it's the pregnancy dreams. They are just plain weird. I told you about my Barack Obama dream, right?
On a side note, one of my mother-in-law's ward members thinks Mitt can still win the election if enough people band together to write him in. Uh...yeah.
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