A couple nights ago, I had two separate dreams that Bush won the election. In one of them, he won with 80% of the popular vote. I say dreams; they were really nightmares, in the sense that I woke up panting both times. It was, as the cliche says, just so real.
Last night, I dreamt that I met John Kerry. We talked about politics, and about the Simpsons. Teresa was cracking jokes. It was all extremely warm and comforting.
I need this election to be over, and I need Kerry to have won. I’m never going to make it to November.