All I remember about last night’s dream is that I was sitting on the living room couch and there were hundreds of cats sitting in the room, all staring up at me with worshipful reverence.
Last night, I dreamt that I had been hired to work the overnight shift in Senator John Cornyn’s office in Washington D.C. and that my boyfriend had been hired to work as an administrative aide for a congressman. We had moved to Washington D.C. and everything was going fine. I would arrive for work at midnight and, before going into the capitol, I would always watch the nightly fireworks display. (In the dream, fireworks exploded every night over the capitol dome.)
Eventually, in my dream, I was working the front desk in the senator’s office. All I had to was let anyone who came in know that the senator had gone home for the night and to sign for any packages that were delivered. As I said, it was an easy job but one night, Bernie Sanders came into the office and said that he needed to see the senator. Though he smiled the whole time, he simply refused to accept that the senator had gone home and he kept rambling on and on about how he needed the Senator to co-sponsor a bill with him.
Even stranger is that my boyfriend was also there with Senator Sanders. Finally, while Sanders was talking about how he really needed to talk to Sen. Cornyn, I was able to lean across the desk and whisper to Jeff, “Aren’t you a Republican?”
“Yes,” he said, “but Bernie really wanted me to help out on this.”
That’s when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that, in the middle of the night and in a pounding rain storm, I decided to drive down to an all-night coffeehouse. I went there alone and, when I arrived, I discovered that the coffeehouse was deserted, with the exception of the woman working behind the counter. As I ordered a cup of coffee, I saw that she was reading a high school history textbook. Since she appeared to be older than 18, I asked her if she was studying for GED. She said yes but kind of glared at me as she said it, as if she felt I was talking down to her.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I drank my cup of coffee. At one point, there was a loud burst of thunder and the lights blinked on and off.
“It’s really coming down out there,” I said.
The woman barely looked up from her book.
I finished my coffee and I told the woman to be safe driving home. As I stepped back outside, it occurred to me that the woman might have walked to work and might not have a ride home and I wondered if maybe I should have asked her if she had any way to safely get home. Then I saw that one of the front tires of my car has gone flat.
And then I woke up!