Dream Weaver

I have mentioned before, on this blog, that I have vivid and crazy dreams....frequently. Last night was no exception. Because I remember my dream so well this morning, I will share. I will warn you though, it is of a political nature. Your dreams may not believe the same as my dreams. I ask that your dreams do not attack my dreams for their beliefs.

There is room for all of our dreams!

Cast of Characters:

(Note: I will not go into all details. It would take me too long and you all would think I was even crazier than you already do/will)

I was driving a large automobile and I was coming up on a large delivery type truck, white in color. I realized that I would not be able to stop in time and veered to the right trying to avoid hitting the delivery truck. I still, unfortunately, swiped the bumper as I passed. I, of course, swore; and then exited my vehicle. When I got out I was greeted by Presidential Nominee John McCain. I then knew I was in a world of hurt. (small back story....he was in the delivery vehicle because he was showing people that he was like the rest of us; unafraid of a hard days work) Upon examining the vehicles there was no damage to either one. I was grateful but for some reason I knew he would not let it go. He took me to his office so we could discuss it. As he was pondering how to make me pay, I was trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I jokingly said: "Hey, how about I promise to vote for you and maybe influence some of my friends to do so as well?" He got a very serious and worried look on his face. I immediately knew I had said the wrong thing. I realized he was worried he would get in trouble for influencing/blackmailing people to vote for him. I started to backpedal and I said: "Oh I was just kidding! I was going to vote for you anyway! I would never vote for Obama! He is a Socialist!" John McCain began to laugh and he put his arm around me. He then proceeded to say: "You know, there is something you could do for me though. Any information you can give me on Eli Manning (another note: he said Joe Manning in my dream but I knew he meant Eli Manning. I am only guessing I couldn't remember his name in my dream and so I gave him a general name. This morning I had to look up his name to be reminded as to who I was really referring to.) would be really helpful. I am going to be meeting him soon and I want to impress him." I had no idea how I would be able to help him but I knew it was my only hope in getting out of this predicament. So I spent the rest of my dream asking anyone and everyone for any info on Joe/Eli Manning! Brett woke me up before it ended...thank goodness!

What the crap!?!? I just don't understand why my dreams are so weird and random. I don't even like football! So there you have it. A glimpse into my crazy and sad little brain.

Have a great Thursday! It is almost the weekend!