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.