Last night, I dreamed that Hillary Clinton got lost in a city where (for some reason) I was a resident, and she needed to take the bus to get back to her hotel, but she didn’t know the system. For some reason her Secret Service people were nowhere to be found, although Chelsea Clinton and a boyfriend were tagging along. I offered to take her on the bus route, which I was apparently an expert in, and we had a very gracious and respectful conversation on the route. I think we talked education policy, mostly. When we got to our destination she went off with her Secret Service people.

The same night, my wife had a dream about John McCain, that she was campaigning with him and they were riding on an airplane together, but on the outside of the plane. She worried that they would fall off, especially when the plane came dangerously close to a mountaintop, but they landed safely.

I think tonight maybe we’ll watch “Firefly” episodes on DVD. ;)