...what happened after that?
That was no dream.
That's sweet. I dreamed the baby I was caring for turned into a little manta ray and drowned but none of the presidential candidates have found their way into my dreams yet.
I can't decide if that's creepy or funny. I think I might have to usurp your dream and tell it to friends as if it happened to me. That's always better than "I read on slog that someone had a dream that..."
Moral: Republicans will steal your pillows
You really need to lay off the booze before bedtime.
Lindy, sometimes you get me right where I live. That was the perfect posting for the kind of Friday I'm hoping to have. Don't know why, but it is. Yay, happy Friday!
Did the pillow get sucked into a Fox News vortex?
you've perfectly encapsulated why it is that McCain doesn't scare non-Republicans.
Finally some proof... MCCAIN IS A PILLOW THIEF!
I love my crazy right wing grandpa.
I dreamed that Barack Obama invited me to a wedding. I was in town for that one day, and fretted about finding a present and something appropriate to wear, but I found a dressy outfit. I hastened to make it to the reception, and he is at the wedding table, smiling as he sees me. "Where do I sit?" I ask.
"On my right side."
"Isn't that where your wife should sit?"
"Oh she'll be around sometime. When she does, she can go find her own seat."
My HRC dream came the night after, but before the Iowa Caucus. She was expecting to win Iowa, and was devastated to have come in third. The action took place in a large hall populated by delegates and candidates and entourages. She wore this giant apple on her head, screamed "I'm a loser! I'm pathetic! Nobody likes me!" and clunked her head loudly against a wall. The crowd was as far as it could get away from her, giving each other "oh my this is awkward" glances, like Metro bus riders do when a smelly schizophrenic starts a Tourettes rhapsody.
I don't watch the debates anymore. It's done wonders for my sleep.
I had the same dream about Hillary Clinton. Except while she said, “That’s okay, kiddo, I love you anyway,” she beat me with a coat hanger.
McCain has stolen Lindy's pillow and will be using it to smother Romney and Huckabee. Take note.
I had a dream about Hillary and I woke up in a puddle.
I had a dream the other night [NOT making this up] that Hillary Clinton came to my apartment, smoked a bowl with me and a couple friends (she didn't inhale), then she gave me an iPhone and we walked around Seattle for a while. The strangest part is that I don't even really like her - I think Obama is a better candidate, yet I woke up with a strange satisfaction knowing somehow that even if she wins, everything is going to be O.K.
THEY ARE TAKING OVER OUR DREAMS!!!
Lindy, your dream was hysterical, but Kris's at 18 was even better. :)
Proof that McCain is just to old to be electable. He looks like he could star as death in a remake of the Seventh Seal.
Sometimes I dream that me, Chris and Snoop are in the elevator on our way to the 2nd floor at The Stranger office. Then I wake up to a plate of Scrapple and a suicide note I don't recall penning (with the grammar and spelling corrected in red pen).
Subsequently, everytime I see an ad for Sominex, it reminds me of that old joke where the lady who has an orgasm everytime she sneezes declares that she's been trying to cure her odd condition with liberal snuffs of pepper.
have you seen pics of mccain in his navy days? yowzah!! your dream would have been way hotter like, 40 years ago.
@22 Where can I find these pictures?! Google image search?
WHOA! Damn. Yep, google image search. John Mccain used to be HOT. That always freaks me out. I've even seen a few picks of young Bush where I thought he was good looking. Shudder. Talk about nightmares...
Lindy, never stop. Never.
he's old enough for poe.
24 - i've seen those pictures of bush, and i know that feeling. sort of an odd combination of genuine attraction and deep, deep shame.
What Gloria @25 said.
i dreamed a few weeks ago that i was late for the washington caucus and was having trouble signing in. the people at the sign-in table told me i had to get a cup of coffee before i was allowed to sign in, so i went over to the bar where they were selling coffee, and all these assholes kept cutting in front of me to get beers. i was so stressed that they wouldn't let me into the caucus....anyway, i finally got in and i was the only one caucusing for hillary. i literally woke up from that dream like three times, i was so stressed out. damn you capitol hill obama-lovers. you're all giving me nightmares.
This is completely off-topic, but ever since I read your column about YouTube, I've had a recurring dream that I adopt a hedgehog I find in my neighbor's shed. John McCain would be a pretty cool grandpa, I think.
You wouldn't vote for your own Grandpa?
Dude is 1/4 of you.
I'm dating you, Lindy.
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