SLUMBER PARTY!!!!!!!!

Zoe's mom said that if a person walked through every door backwards, they could remember their dreams. The neighbors said to make a dream wish list before going to bed. [I've been trying to influence my dreams for the past week and a half.] Like Christ, they suppose that if we just ask, we will receive. I'm not sure what I asked for last night.

But . . .
Hillary (as in Clinton) showed up for a slumber party. Under the Iowa caucus model of meeting and greeting the locals, sharing tea and sympathy, she stepped into my home and my subconscious. We drank too much wine. I pulled out a bed for her and gave her my best sleeping bag. I cleaned up her dirty dishes. Sleep campaign ads, perhaps the newest infiltration of our brains. Tonight will I dream smear campaigns about another potential Nader run?