Oh damn! I was just reading today's Crappy Hour on Jezebel.com, and I suddenly flashed on my dream from last night. I actually woke up after it and tried to make an effort to remember it, but all morning all I could remember was that I wanted to remember something. But now I remember!! Seriously, I can't make this stuff up. I dreamt that Al Gore was single (and younger, and hotter), trying to sleep with me or at least get me to have dinner with him, but I ditched him got involved with Obama's peeps. Somehow this ended up being me, some staffers and Obama riding around in limo all night, going to a buch a coke parties, getting really fucked up and then back to some swanky hotel room where all the staffers were having dirty sex and Obama was pontificating to me about politics. I found myself wishing I'd just gone on the date with Al Gore.
You wish your brain came up with stuff like this. Although maybe I need to alter my RSS feed reader so I am not reading politics and gossip blogs all mixed together, yeah?