You May Say I'm a Dreamer, But I'm Not the Only One.

Ever have a dream that seemed so real that you took it for reality?

I once had a dream that I was in England. It took my family a week to convince me I'd never been there. I was about six or so and in the dream I went to a pub for a root beer after buying a house on the ocean. As a six year old I could've sworn I'd actually done it!

Now I don't usually remember my dreams, but last night's was as far from usual as it gets. When I woke up, I was convinced that the dream was not a dream but a memory of the night before.

My first thought upon waking : Oh shit!
My second: I gotta blog about that!

Background:
1) Yesterday I learned that Ron Paul is coming to speak at my college in April.
2) Last night I had a conversation about Nazi propoganda with Sir Ian.
3) Right before going to sleep I watched a crazy youtube video in which a serial killer with a big head drove around in one of those small clown cars.

Not very conducive to a night of sweet dreams, I'd say.

So, the dream: it started out with me walking into the auditorium where Ron Paul was to speak. The room was eerily quiet even though it was packed to capacity. Ron Paul stood behind a podium, seemingly waiting for me to arrive to start his speech. To his left and right there were giant unfurled flags, each filled with red R's and P's, all Nazi like. This next part scared me pantless. (The image continues to scare!) Just as Ron Paul was about to say a word, Hillary Clinton's giant head, driving a small blue clown car, flew off of a ramp behind the curtain and sailed over Ron Paul's head all the while shrieking eardrum-piercingly, "DEMOCRACY!"

Needless to say, I jumped out of my seat! Nobody else moved throughout the whole event, not even Ron Paul. The spectacle itself would have been enough to propel me to eject from my seat, but even more than that it seemed that Hillary Clinton's giant killer clown car head was glaring with bloodshot eyes straight at me! The car landed on the audience (who still had not moved an inch) and started charging right at me. Lemme tell ya, I've never run so fast in either dream- or real-life! I forget the psychological term, but I think my brain, thinking that the traumatic dream was real life, is preventing me from remembering the rest. All I know is that Hillary Clinton's murderous head chased me all the way to the mall! I must've survived somehow, but I really thought I was a goner there.

Moral of the story? Hell if I know!

Breakfast: Why yes, I actually tried to have breakfast today. At last night's dinner I stole a bag of tea (Darjeeling!) for to wake me up before my insanely early Anthropology class. Everything was going swimmingly until I realized I hadn't taken enough sugar packets. It tasted like crap with only three...

Lunch: Nothing like a slice of pizza and Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream to assuage your fears that Hillary Clinton is out to eat you.

Dinner: I should start keeping track of how often I get Tuna Melts... This time it was on Challah bread with Pepperjack and Cheddar cheeses.

And with that I bid you all a good night, don't let the Clinton bite.