Obama

Two nights ago I had a dream that Barack Obama was hanging out with my family at our old church in Pennsylvania (which was really the central office building for a group of Mennonites). Anyway, we had a nice old talk before he had to jet off to another speech somewhere, and I remember telling him that I sure hoped he would be able to find some time to take a vacation after these Texas and Ohio votes were done. He seemed to think that was a good idea.

Apparently, my subconscious seemed to be less worried about the fatigue levels of Clinton and McCain.