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What's he on about now?

I've been going into work late for the last few days, because I'm supporting a lot of operations in the Pacific time zone. So my "real" workday doesn't start till about 5pm now (and finishes when I collapse around midnight). The screwed up sleep patterns are giving me some crazy dreams.

Last night I dreamt I was a reporter, documenting an anti-drug patrol from the back of a US Coast Guard helicopter (my subconscious must've been in an ironic mood), then somehow I was inside the Basilica of Rome, staring at the architecture. I left the Basilica and found I was in Venice, not Rome, and as I walked along the canals, a motorboat pulled up next to me, driven by Ted Kennedy in a kind of white yuppie sailing outfit.

I yelled at him, "Senator Kennedy! You're one of my favorite people in Congress!" (He said something like "Oh, hey, thanks.") Then I walked past a big public swimming pool set up as kind of an outdoors Roman bath, and ran into my family from New York and Florida, including my grandfather who died ten years ago (he looked great). I wanted to tell them about Kennedy and the Basilica, but they told me that we had to hurry up or we'd be late for the rally.

All of us went inside a public meeting hall, and there was Kennedy again giving a speech (still in the same sailing outfit). He was pointing to all these demographic charts and figures on a big whiteboard behind him, explaining how we were going to get our act together for the congressional elections in 2006 and really kick the Republicans' asses.

Whatever. It reminds me of a phase of odd dreaming I went through when I first moved to San Francisco. One time I dreamt I opened a coffee shop in Cancun, Mexico with a pack of cute indie girls, and Aaron Burr.

Posted by case at March 9, 2005 07:38 AM