I knew I was going to post this as soon as I saw it in the new yorker...dreams (real ones, like during sleep) about presidential candidates. surprisingly, put a universal symbol into a dream and it becomes less boring when recounted to others. this one is my favorite:
"Barack and I were in the back seat of a moving car. He was on top of me. We were making out (clothed). Barack kept whispering in my ear, Tell me what you want me to change...Tell me what you want me to change... Each time I tried to tell him, he'd go, Shhh, not too loud. I think he was trying to protect me. It was pretty hot. Let's just say I was on the fence between before I went to bed that night, and when I woke up, I wasn't."
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rofl! I could read this stuff for hours! One of my favorites was on the Hillary one.
Though it would have made more sense if it was $1 billion pantsuits, but hey, it's a dream.
yeah I uh, had a john mccain dream last night. O_o what the hell??? damn website influencing my dream life.
thank god it wasn't dirty, at least...
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