Livin' the DREAM!

Last night I had a series of intense dreams. For one thing, I met President Obama and Madonna in the same evening. I was also elected President and when I said Good Evening Mr. President to Barack Obama he said the same thing back to me.... and I was too emotional to question whether he should have actually said, "Ms. President." "After all," I thought to myself in my dream, "I believe that our future society will need to do away with gender specific pronouns and titles." That being said, I did live on a beautiful ranch with a humongous garden and my house was still only 1,370 square feet. Livin' the DREAM! Also in my dream I asked Madonna to autograph an emery board for my daughter, but she did one better and gave me three free t-shirts, autographing each one of them. She wrote something profoundly feminist and uplifting on mine, but I accidentally left them in D.C. This is understandable when you are being shuffled from room to room by the secret service. Fortunately I had to be back in D.C. the following week (YES, this was all in my dream) and as I was interrupting Obama's breakfast, his secretary brought me a package which my assistant opened then revealed to me the left behind Madonna t-shirts. I was happy to have them back since my kids were wholly disappointed when I forgot them the first time. Oh- and Barack Obama and I were discussing effective techniques of public-speaking and debate.... over breakfast... right... because, why wouldn't we... really?! I actually had to wake up this morning and remember that I was NOT, in fact, a public figure. So depressing.... I'm not even a writer. BOO!