Ok, so I’ve been dreaming crazy things lately.
Could be the extra wine I need to make it through the days on the campaign trail. It’s really not that easy to deal with crotchety Joe and creepy Tim — and — the menagerie of staff like raccoon-face and the other ones.
So anyway, the dream. If you write down a dream immediately after waking up — immediately upon waking — your dream recall can be incredibly strong. And, for me, I can even feel the emotions of the dream as I recall it.
The Dream. So…
I’m with my dad in a lecture hall. It’s just me and him and he’s got a book he’s going to read aloud. I can see the gleam in his eye as he opens his mouth. I can feel the electric excitement as he is about to read from what I assume is one of our many favorite books touting communism. And he starts…
“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.”
And I look up in amazement to find that Dad turned into a fat old man that looks like Winston Churchill. And I rush from the desk I’m sitting in and stab him —- and then I wake up, horrified.
Ok, so it’s weird to stab a guy in a dream. It’s troubling. But to have my combative Marxist dad turned into Winston Churchill — a person who consistently believed in both the liberty of the individual and of free markets — that was just horrifying.
I immediately went to Dream Dictionary to find out what the dream could possibly mean. It says, “stabbing Winston Churchill in your dream means you are a socialist, marxist, and/or communist.” No shit, Sherlock.
Little worried about going to sleep tonight. Ugh… that was enough capitalism to last a lifetime. Maybe skip the wine and go straight to tequila.
Still brat.